"Coco is aiming for the first tower but seemed like it will be unsuccessful again."
"Yeah. The other team already to read into his plans after his failed attempt last time and brought a lot of TP along with them."
"To be honest, this will be a hard game for Bamboozleers, don't you think Ryan? They can't even get to control Medusa in the middle lane. Invoker has been overpowered."
"But Bamboozleers' Mona's Drow Ranger is also dominating bot. It's hard to predict but indeed, Boom is on the roll."
I took my headphones off and turned the data on my phone "off". I was watching the DOTA2 Internationals livestream on my phone. It was still on its preliminaries but the promising teams seemed to have gathered already. Even in the prelims, Bamboozleers and Boom showed potentials to be in finals – but hero-wise and skill-wise, it's obvious that Boom will win.
If I am asked if I play online games, I would say: very much yes. I play in some tournaments with online friends and we won some as well. You can say that I'm a pro player in the local area. Unfortunately, no one knows that. I oftentimes use ambiguous account names and play in internet cafes.
"... Excuse me, is this seat taken?" I turned to the guy who asked and nodded in response. I took my bag off and placed in under my sear beside the groceries I was bringing. "Thank you."
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This damn rain is starting to piss my wits off.
After I went off the bus, rain suddenly poured down as if there's no tomorrow. And because my hand is full, I did not have a choice but to actually stay at the stop for a few minutes. But then I suddenly heard my tummy grumble. So now, I did not have a choice (again) but to go home – which is probably the hardest hurdle for me as of the moment.
I inserted the umbrella in the cast, locked it with my bag and lifted the grocery bag – which is by the way at an approximate of 5 kilos – with my left hand.
I love the rain, but sometimes I just hate it so much.
"What are you doing?" I was surprised when a Fortuner stopped in front of me. I checked the driver and was surprised to see a very familiar face.
"Lyka?" I asked. "What are you doing here at this hour?"
She chuckled. "Well, I heard Raegan's house is somewhere here." She said turning from left to right. "How about you?"
"Well, I live around the corner." I said. But a sudden urge to take the words back flushed around my system. I suddenly realized that I just gave her a hint that Raegan and I lived in the same neighborhood.
She smiled, "It's really pouring, why don't I give you a ride home?"
"N...no, uh, I think I'm fine. My house is just blocks away so it will just be a hassle." No, it's actually 5 kilometers away.
"Really?" she asked.
I nodded. "It's really fine. You should go do what you need to do." I said waving her goodbye. She waved back and went on her way.
It should be impossible that someone will know Raegan's address. He might've invited her. It is his business though. As long us we don't get busted, then I should probably stay silent.
"I think it's really hard for Bamboozleers to have a comeback now, right Ryan?"
"Uhm, yeah. I was actually rooting for the Bamboozleers since they got a new player in their roster. But it seemed like they haven't coordinated their players that much yet."
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Our Way Back
RomanceTwo Friends; One is timid, lowkey, and a virgin, one is popular and is sought-after. Separated by circumstance Broken by choice Together again by coincidence How can their hearts that are in this roller-coaster of a relationship find it's way back?