A U T U M N
I sat lazily on the couch with a hot cup of tea in my hands, watching Phraser as he sat cross-legged on the ground. He didn't shout or yell as he played, unlike my brother who would make noises every now and then when something happened to his character. His face was so serious, almost as if he was really in an opt and not just playing a character who was in an opt. If my stomach wasn't moody, I would've laughed.
He seemed to notice me staring or he had an eye on the back of his head because the next thing I knew, he said, "I know you're dying to beat my ass so why don't you just come here and we sort it out."
"What?"
He looked over his shoulder and smirked. "Come on, I have one more controller on the drawer." As if to prove his point, he moved to the drawer below the flat screen and took out another controller. "Are you scared, Temptress?"
