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"What are you playing?"
Arnaud leaned against his chair, crossing his legs as he watched Riley play... Whatever that game was.
Riley sat hunched over, staring way too close into the computer screen and clicking away at her mouse, sheesh. That was gonna develop both bad eye problems and carpal tunnel.
"Haha! I got me one!" Riley suddenly, yelled out, a loud bang ringing out from the game.
Arnaud flinched, before a scowl appeared on their face. "What on Earth was that for?!"
Riley turned over, a confused looked on his face. "What? I'm just playing games.. jeez.."
"Youre going to form even worse posture if you keep sitting like that, Riley. What is it that youre even playing anyways?"
"Uh.." Riley sat back for a moment, finding words to describe it. "Well.. it's like a 19th century pvp game! I'm sniping out a lot of people, and winning! See? I'm on the leaderboard!" He grinned, gesturing towards the scoreboard.
"... Why's your username London_Sharpshooter?"
"Ain't it obvious? Number one, I'm a brit, number two, I got impeccable aim!" She boasted, counting the reasons off of her fingers.
"Well... Is there anything else in this game?"
"Yea, I'm just in this shooting gamemode! Ain't it cool? Though all of these players are just lards, I swear.."
Arnaud snickered. "You're one to call them that."
Riley quickly snapped her head around, a playful glower on his face. "I don't think you would stand a chance against me in this game!"
"Oh really?" Arnaud pressed, a sly smirk on his lips. "Let's try then."
"Cmon, Arnaud, I'll see what you got!"