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Arthur Ishviel POV...
Me, Gram, Vallory and Pridwen sat around a table. A scrabble board sits atop the table, as if taunting me with some mental torment homebrewed for my own displeasure. We had been playing Monopoly beforehand, but that... didn't go well.
"Yeet isn't a word, Gram."
"Yeet definitely counts as a word, Arthur."
"Prove it. Find a singular dictionary that includes the word yeet."
He stays silent for a moment, glancing towards the scrabble dictionary for a moment before back to myself. Vallory stares at him for a moment, as if to question what the hold-up was.
I had been thinking of talking about what I did in the dungeon, but I reconsidered. I can't just randomly trauma-dump on my friends, which makes me regret ever bringing it up.
If I just stay quiet about it, then Gram will probably forget about me wanting to talk.
Either way, Gram picks up the dictionary and starts scrolling towards the Y section whilst grumbling his grievances. Pridwen leans back and crosses her arms, seemingly impressed with his stubbornness, whereas Vallory just looks impressed.
"Are you really going to waste time on this? You can just spell meat instead!" Vallory states, likely wanting him to get on with it.
"Commit, Gram. I believe in you," Pridwen instigates Gram, a mischievous smirk on her face.
I lean over slightly, peaking at his dictionary to make sure it's not actually in the pages. yeasted, yeasty, yech... yeh. I win, I WIN! SUPERIORITY AND SMUGNESS IS MY DRUG AND I AM A JUNKIE! I WILL NEVER DIE!
"Hey Gram, Gram, Gram, Gram, Gram, Gram-"
"Arthur, do not say it," He whispers it, not even looking up from the page. I've beaten him, mentally. "Do not say it, Arthur."
"I told you so-"
In the singular instant after I say the forbidden phrase, I watch as the scrabble board soars past my head and impacts with the ceiling. It's like I'm watching him flip out in slow-motion. A piece of classical music flashes through my mind as the scrabble pieces soar through the air like birds in the sky, scattering about the room whilst a smile remains on my space.
I'm a bastard sometimes, but this was completely worth it.
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