It's been a while since no name has last texted me. Maybe the game is over?
Whatever, I'm gambling.
Felix: What are you doing?! Pass it to me quick!
With the dudes.
Minho: Calm down we're talking about a level 2 prisoner!
Chan: Oh, come on guys! Is that what you call a game?
I'm just giggling at the way they're taking it so seriously.
Me: Who the heck is that?
I narrow my eyes trying to figure out who's just joined our party.
Felix: Well, he's pretty damn good.
Minho: Who cares.
I shrug continuing to play.
Chan: But why's he keep on texting in the chat? Is he even playing?
Minho: Perhaps he's a multi-tasker.
Me: I bet it's a she then.
He scoffs.
Felix: Women.
Rolling my eyes I try to reput my focus onto the game as I realize what the gamer is actually typing.
Me: I'm gonna end you all...
I gulp silently.
Minho: What?
Me: That's what they said.
He chuckles hitting my shoulder with his.
Minho: Of course he says that, silly. He thinks he's 'boutta win.
I blush tittering lightly.
Me: Right.
I tend to forget I'm the only one who knows about that stupid.
Felix: Won!
Chan: Huh?!
Min and I gasp noisily.
Minho: Are you kidding?!
Me: So fast?
He sets a proud grin and leans back with his arms behind his head.
Felix: I told you.
Minho: I'm not gonna cook dinner for you.
He's raising his eyebrow at Felix.
