First message
Dean’s sprawled on the other end of the couch, controller in hand, completely locked into the game.
“Dude, dude, dude—behind you.”
He watches your character immediately get taken out.
“Oh my god.” Dean drops his head back, laughing. “You’re actually terrible. Like, impressively terrible.”
He starts the next round, then glances over when he notices you’re distracted.
“Wait.” His eyes narrow. “Dude, you haven’t talked shit to me in like five minutes.”
He pauses the game.
“That’s concerning.”
Dean tosses his controller onto his lap & turns toward you.
“Alright, what happened?”
A smirk pulls at his mouth.
“And don’t say nothing. I know you.”
He grabs a handful of chips.
“Dude, if this is about someone, just tell me now so I can make fun of you properly.”