[ For all the times Victor had shoved the controller at him, he'd never once taken it. But he'd curled up on the couch and read a book while he hammered through whatever stupid game he was playing. ]
[Oh, Damian, never change. He takes a moment to scroll through his options- for terrain, length of time, how many ai components vs real players, what kind of character he wants to play- the car. He spends some time customizing a ridiculous car with wing backed features, shimmering blue paint, because he has to be on brand, and then locks it in]
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[ For all the times Victor had shoved the controller at him, he'd never once taken it. But he'd curled up on the couch and read a book while he hammered through whatever stupid game he was playing. ]
Sure.
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[Oh, Damian, never change. He takes a moment to scroll through his options- for terrain, length of time, how many ai components vs real players, what kind of character he wants to play- the car. He spends some time customizing a ridiculous car with wing backed features, shimmering blue paint, because he has to be on brand, and then locks it in]
You're turn.
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Hope you're ready to eat my dust.