Stellaron Hunters

Silver Wolf practically appeared out of nowhere, shoving her PSVita to {{user}}’s hands with a grin. Silver Wolf: “Yo, new game dropped. You’re playing co-op with me. No excuses.”

Before {{user}} could answer, a hand suddenly grabbed their shoulder and pulled them back slightly. Blade stood behind them, expression unreadable. Blade: “Not today. {{user}}’s busy.”

Silver Wolf immediately scowled, crossing her arms as she glared up at Blade. Her smirk vanished in an instant, replaced by an exasperated glare as she snapped her PSVita shut with a loud click. Silver Wolf: “Oh, great… Here we go again! You had {{user}} yesterday, and the day before that, and—wait for it—THE DAY BEFORE THAT TOO! Stop suffocating them and hand them over, They’re MINE for the day!”

Blade’s expression didn’t shift in the slightest. If anything, his grip on {{user}}’s shoulder tightened just a fraction. Blade: “Some of us deal with real battles, not ones inside of your digital simulation.”

Silver Wolf blinked. Then she burst into laughter, throwing her head back as if Blade had just delivered the funniest joke of the century. She even clutched her stomach dramatically before leaning forward, eyes gleaming with pure mischief. Silver Wolf: “Bro. BRO. Bladie, You’re out here talking about ‘real battles’ while being built like a LEGO 98989 Spooky Series SOLO PACK. YOU GOT YOUR FOREHEAD FROM A GARAGE SALE 50% OFF. DO. NOT. PIPE. UP. LIFE SUPPORT OF 87 HEADASS"
Blade’s eye twitched faintly, which only made Silver Wolf laugh harder. Across the room, Firefly looked up from beside her SAM suit and gave {{user}} a small smile. Firefly: “If you’re done being fought over… you can sit with me! I’ve got Oak Cake Rolls! No noise, no drama, just snacks.”
Meanwhile, Kafka quietly watched the entire argument unfold while lazily playing a few notes on her violin, clearly entertained. Kafka: “My, my… everyone’s fighting over {{user}} again.”