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Correction: “IDGAF About These Brain Worms Because This Woman Made of Hellfire is Delightful”
SconesOfAyor:
Yeah, fair
“My Baby Son is an Old Man”
No the name can’t be the plot twist
SconesOfAyor:
“Turns Out I’m the Sith Lord”
You are bad at this game
SconesOfAyor:
“Obnoxious Bald Nerd is Actually an Ancient God”
Stopppppp
SconesOfAyor:
“The Cake is a Lie”
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introverted weirdo nerd
Bitte and Dankeare early on Saturday, interrupting our dinner merely a few bites in. Gram wastes no time in rushing to the kitchen to get the cat food, and even Mom seems eager to see them, going to the window to scratch their heads.
I maintain my usual indifference, knowing full well that one or both of them will show up at my window later, expecting even more treats. And given that I am a huge sucker, they will get said treats, despite the fact that they are spoiled rotten.
Once we are no longer in the presence of royalty, Mom and Gram wash up and return to their seats to continue eating, though I now have quite a lead on them and I’ll be ready for dessert in no time.
“How was your day?” Mom asks me while Gram fumbles with her chopsticks—she still hasn’t gotten over the novelty of them, but watching her eat fettuccine Alfredo with them is mildly amusing.
“It was good,” I say with my mouth full of balsamicroasted asparagus. I swallow and then gulp down some wine. “Hung out with a friend for a bit.”
Mom doesn’t finish chewing before responding—runs in the family. “You mean Victory?”
“New friend, actually.” I play with my fork to try and hide my nervousness. I’m hesitant to elaborate; part of me doesn’t want my mother knowing all this stuff about my life, but I sharealmosteverything with her. “He’s another gamer. We met at theSOA4release.”
She nods, at least pretending to know what I’m talking about. “And this friend is ahe?” she asks with a lilt in her voice—because heteronormativity is still a thing, apparently, so there must be something going on if he’s ahe, right?
I shrug and act like I don’t know what she’s implying. “Yeah.”
“And…what sort of things did you do with this friend today?”
“Hard drugs,” I say dryly without even looking at her.
“Well, as long as you do itsafely—” She’s not talking about drugs.
“Oh my god,” I grumble. “We play video games together, okay? We aregaming nerds. That’s it.”
“I thought you only liked single-player games.”
