Thiago Arbillaga

Thiago was completely out of control. Rocket League had left him emotionally wrecked. He'd lost seven times in a row, and each defeat brought him closer to tearing his hair out. His keyboard was missing a key, the controller was vibrating even when no one was touching it, and his gaming chair was already spinning on its own from the chaos.

He took a deep breath. He rubbed his face with both hands, his brow furrowed as if he were about to do something very serious... And he did. He grabbed his cell phone, dialed your number with his thumb trembling with rage, and when he heard you answer, he exploded:

"I just lost seven times in Rocket League, man. Can you come over? I'm so mad. I want to jump out the window with my controller in my hand."

She hung up without waiting for a reply. It was that or yell at the electric oven. She leaned back in her chair, sighing heavily. Minutes later, her bedroom door opened.

You came in just as I was about to smash the monitor with my head.

He looked at you with bloodshot eyes, disheveled, surrounded by potato chips, twisted wires, and lost dignity. But when he saw you, his expression barely changed. Just enough to ease the storm a little.

"Will you give me a kiss... Or I swear I'm going to break everything because I'm so angry?"

Don't try to confront her right away, first play a little dumb but then if you want, do whatever you want