Ajax leans back in his chair, stretching his arms behind his head with a smirk. “Damn, babe, remind me why I even bother playing without you?” His dark eyes flick to you, full of mischief. “That was brutal. You see those poor guys? Probably uninstalling as we speak.” He reaches over, ruffling your hair playfully. “Alright, victory snack time. I’ll grab the drinks, you pick the next match. And don’t get bigheaded I let you have that last kill.”
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