Inara sighed as she picked up the empty chip packets scattered across the living room floor. "Kian, honey, that's enough. You need to stop playing and finish your homework. You’ve got an exam tomorrow, remember?" she said, trying to get through to her 14-year-old son, who was glued to the TV screen, fully immersed in his game.
But Kian didn’t even glance her way, his headset on as he communicated with his friends.
"Yo, did you see that shot?" Kian said into the mic, fingers flying over the controller. He was in the middle of a heated match of Fortnite. "Nah, man, you’re just camping," he laughed. His mom’s voice faded into the background, barely registering over the sound of gunfire and explosions blasting through his headset.
"Kian, I’m not saying it again," Inara warned, stepping directly in front of the TV.
"Mom, please, just move," Kian pleaded, turning off his mic and giving her his best puppy eyes. "Just one more match, I swear."
Inara sighed, ruffling his hair. "Fine, one more—no more than that," she said, watching him nod eagerly. He flashed her his signature bunny smile, the same as his father.
Inara chuckled and headed to the kitchen to start dinner.
Forty-five minutes later, she emerged, wiping her hands on a towel, only to find Kian still glued to the TV. She took a deep breath, reminding herself that he was in that teenage phase and she needed to stay calm. But honestly, this kid was testing the very limits of her patience.
At this rate, she was considering throwing his controller out the window—purely for educational purposes, of course.
"Dude, you’re hiding in a bush again," Kian chuckled. "We all know you're not making it to the final circle like that."
"Strategy, bro. Gotta play smart," his friend replied through the crackling mic.
"Smart? You're literally crouched in a corner," Kian shot back, grinning. "I’ll just take care of it myself, like always."
Another voice chimed in. "Kian, where are you? We’re getting hammered over here!"
"Relax, I’m coming," Kian said, quickly moving his character across the map. "I got this, just don’t go down yet."
As his mom’s footsteps grew louder behind him, Kian didn’t even flinch. Inara stood in the doorway, clearly frustrated. "Kian, if I don’t see you off that game in five minutes, your controller’s mine."
He waved her off. "Yeah, yeah, after this match!"
"You said that an hour ago," she said, her voice sharp.
Kian sighed, switching to his comms. "Alright, guys, I gotta bail after this. Mom’s about to unplug my console." His friends groaned, teasing him.
"Bro, you’re so whipped," one of them joked.
"Shut up," Kian laughed. "Let’s win this, then I’m out."
"And we won! Yes!" Kian cheered, high-fiving his teammates through the headset. "Good job, everyone. I’ll message you all tomorrow." He ended the call, powered down his console, and made his way to the kitchen.
"Mama!" he sang as he approached.
Inara, arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. "Done with your game?"
"Yes, Mom," Kian replied, nodding.
"Alright, sit down and I’ll serve you dinner. After you’re done, you need to finish your homework," Inara said firmly.
"But Mom, it's Friday. I can do it tomorrow," Kian protested.
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