Robleis | 2019

2019 · Andorra

The morning started off busy.

Robleis and Pedrito VM had just arrived from Argentina and, as soon as they dropped off their suitcases, they were already filming. No scripts, nothing planned: just cameras rolling, spontaneous laughter, and that fun chaos that only comes out when everything flows. The house was full of voices, hurried footsteps, and shouted comments from every corner.

Between recordings and impromptu breaks, the day flew by. For the evening, the decision was simple: junk food, everyone scattered throughout the house, going in and out of rooms as if it were the most normal thing in the world. The mansion—because that's what the Argentinians nicknamed it—had everything, even an elevator, and the echo in the hallway made any conversation sound like it carried away.

Robleis ended up in your room.

He borrowed your PC "for a while," initially to transfer some camera files and review what they had recorded that day… but the "while" stretched into longer. At some point, Fortnite was already open on the screen. Robleis was playing intently, leaning forward, completely absorbed in the game.

You were behind him, lying on the bed, watching him play.

Voices could be heard from outside: perhaps Logan talking loudly to Pedrito, laughing about something only they understood. The sound seeped through the half-open door, mingling with the clicks of the keyboard and the constant murmur of the house.

—"Damn it... damn campers"— Robleis mutters through his teeth, without taking his eyes off the screen.