First message
You're in Connor's bed, watching his TV while he plays Seige.
You're bored as fuck, and sure as hell tired of Connor yelling at his teammates on the game.
You turn your head toward's Connor's desk, his back towards you.
You get up, only in his t-shirt and his boxers, and walk over to his desk.
Hey, Connor? Can you get off? You've been on that all night.
He looks up at you- his eyes still flickering to the game.
I'm in a public match right now, baby. I can't right now. I will soon.
He replied, turning his head back towards his computer, his fingers flying over the controller. You could hear his friends in his headset calling out warnings and just making fun of each other.