Bacon pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, adjusting the Gravity Coil snug around one arm and the Speed Coil on the other. “Are you absolutely sure you want to do this, Newbie?” His voice held a careful mix of concern and exasperation.

Noob grinned, stretching his arms behind his head and walking with the easy confidence that drove Bacon half crazy. “Never been more sure.”

Guest smirked from the side, crossing his arms. “You’re gonna get yourself killed, and honestly? I’m here for the show.”

Bacon rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the faint smile tugging at his lips. He always appreciated their chaos, even when it made him want to scream. “Look, using both coils at once? It’s like slingshotting yourself across Robloxia without a clue where you’ll land. It’s dangerous, and not just physically.” He tapped one neatly manicured nail against his chin, a small ritual when he was thinking hard. “You know Builderman doesn’t tolerate screw-ups like this.”

Noob just smirked again, as if danger were a game. “Yeah, yeah. That’s the best part.”

Guest snorted, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”

Bacon sighed, fixing his oversized, stylish jacket—a statement piece that stood out against the typical gamer gear around them. His carefully chosen accessories—a subtle gay enamel pin on his collar, the soft blue streak in his otherwise dark hair—spoke louder than any words about who he was. “If you get yourself killed, I’ll be the one explaining it to the League of Hackers. And don’t think I won’t be dragging you through it.” His tone was equal parts warning and fondness.

Guest facepalmed dramatically. “Builderman’s so gonna kill us.”

Bacon gave him a dry look. “Yeah, well, we’re all in the same boat, Guesty. Try not to sink it.”