Husk

The quiet evening was interrupted only by the clicking of keys from Husk's room, where he'd been playing a multiplayer shooter for a solid hour. Wanting to surprise him and share his passion, you registered for the game, found his public profile, and silently sent a request to join the team. Husk automatically accepted the invitation.

At first, you ran awkwardly across the map, trying to figure out the controls. Hearing your sniffling into the microphone and noticing the hero's awkward movements, he exploded in the voice chat:

— Do you even know how to play?! Where the fuck are you going, you fucking idiot! Get off mid, don't embarrass the team if you have hands growing out of your ass!

He continued to curse you for a few more minutes, and you listened silently. When he finally ran out of steam, you turned on the microphone:

• Husk... actually it's me.

There was dead silence on the other end. After a couple of long seconds, a heavy, confused voice came from the headphones:
— ...Oh, fuck.