The digital battle on screen raged on, the flickering light from the TV casting blue and red glows across the room.
Kyle sat hunched forward on the soft carpet, elbows on his knees. Fingers smashing buttons like his life depended on it.
His character.
A massive warrior in black armor, just barely dodged a huge hammer swing from the boss monster.
"Come on, come on—" he muttered, jaw tight, sweat forming on his forehead. The controller creaked under his grip.
Next to him.
Anastasia sat on the floor, perfectly upright. Like she was at a formal dinner instead of an all-night gaming session.
Only the fast clicks of her fingers on the controller showed how focused she really was.
Her red eyes gleamed with amusement as her character danced away from the boss's attacks.
"Too slow," she said softly. A smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Kyle flared his nostrils. "Oh, you're so dead."
A tired groan came from the couch behind them. Where Eleanora was buried under a blanket.
