Post by Katya Kanazaki on Mar 26, 2017 19:00:20 GMT
You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing.
|On lone afternoons like these is what Kat craved for. The chance to just laze about as rays of sunlight beaded down, siphoning through the thick glass windows. Unhindered by the raised blinds. For once she was allowing sunlight to stream into her room. From the looks of it outside, where the flora lazily followed a gust of breeze. It actually looked nice to be out. But Katya didn’t bother picking up a jacket, or leaving the warm comforts of her comforter. Snugged up in the fabric as she was, with the clothe bunched up around her form. Her laptop stood right beside her, streaming a show on youtube about a gamer she liked playing a quick playthrough of the mmo she’s been busying herself on since the last few weeks. |
Plus her gaming console alongside the charging VR helmet was over there by her desk, trying to refill the battery life she expended playing for a few hours. Afternoon like these when she found no reason to leave her room is when she can allow peace to massage the stress out of her mind.
Lessons, having to deal with people on a daily basis… and well having to deal with all the stuff men usually do in the comforts of their dorms. That included seeing a few of them walking in their towels right outside the corridor. She often reminded herself to get use to it, but the child was still a female. Despite masquerading as a male these past few weeks.
After week two she stopped questioning her choice. Deciding to merely follow the flow was the best she could do right now. A yawn bubbled from the girl’s pale lips, bringing upon her hand to cover her mouth on instinct. Eyes still concentrating on the images flowing out from her computer. So that’s how it was… that blasted dungeon that gave her such a headache. She held back the urge to slap her forehead. Instead she ran a hand through her short locks, ruffling it in a mix of frustration and exasperation. The mini her within her brain already busied itself by drawing a comical ‘hit head here’ sign on a piece of paper in which it proceeded to do just that. Slam its head on the ground right on that piece of paper. Sadly it was a luxury Kat refuse to allow herself in the real world. Instead she merely curled on her bed, bringing her blankets closer to her form while she watched.
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