Y/N: Nah, Fortnite sucks.
Sera: What?! What's so bad about it?
Y/N: Getting killed by little Timmy, 16, who's a "Fortnite e-sport prodigy", yet we both know he ain't going nowhere, just coming home to skip homework and play Fortnite all night.
Sera: I'm gonna sound sexist but, what's with guys and getting heated over a game?
Y/N: Oh, I don't get heated, I just laugh at it whenever it happens. Boxed up, shotgunned to death, then hits a mc-griddle after my failed attempt at whoopty-whopting, and sprays the dumpster fire spray at his feet. I mean, I'm not a manchild, I'm willing to accept I'm never as good as I was when I was a kid.
Sera: You're also better than a lot of them too.
Y/N: Why's that?
Sera: Well, maturity, that was what you just said, and also! The big one, your own source of income.
Y/N: Yeah, just wait until those kids don't have enough time to play those games that much and we'll see. E-sporting actually takes time to perfect, just like an actual sport. Shit doesn't happen overnight and you gotta dedicate your life to that game. If your calling other kids dumpster fires, you're not press ready. If you're going to school? That's time taken out of your job.
Sera: Quit school, play Fortnite.
Y/N: Not really, but you gotta dedicate yourself to it. Don't emote, don't acknowledge any enemy you face, learn from your mistakes, your only communications should be with a coach and your other teammates.
Sera: Like a football player...
Y/N: Study, study, study, practice your technique. Keep building what you already know. Thing about football or soccer is that the meta doesn't change, in a videogame that does, so you have to keep evolving with it, or devolving if it's that bad.
Sera: Seems like the office job taught you a lot abut stuff...
Y/N: You'll find out soon enough some jobs may have differences in just about everything, but I'd say mentality. It's about the same for all of them.
Sera: Good mansplaining, bro.
Y/N: Thanks...
Both of us share a chuckle then have that stare, however neither one of us acts on that. I adjust my sling and lie down.
Y/N: So, what do you know about womansplaining?
Sera: UGH!!! I fucking hate Twitter.
Y/N: Don't we all?
Sera: It spreads this ideology that you have to dress a certain way, strut a certain way, act a certain way and I just hate it all. If you want to get good traction from the algorithm, you have to play the part that they want you to play. I'm supposed to be a fucking prostitute, basically... if I want to get more followers.
Y/N: You could just post your music on there...
Sera: Yeah, but that's the thing, I can't get verified because my songs aren't original enough! The pain I get... the migraines I get from this dumb little bird, this dumb little X apparently, since I heard it's getting bought or something like that.
Y/N: Yep, it is.
Sera: They're worse than my periods, and don't get me started on those...
Y/N: Now, I'm gonna be real, I've never had periods-
Sera: "They don't hurt as bad as getting punched in the nuts!"
Y/N: Was NOT gonna say that, I was gonna say something much worse.
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