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Stretching out his arms, Isiah heard a slight crack in his shoulders. For the past few hours, he'd been sitting in his living room, controller in hand and Battlefield V playing on the television. Work had been busy. College was keeping him busy. Normally neither had much of an affect on him, being the extrovert that he was. Hardly an introvert bone in his body, if one at all. But the weekend had been an exception, it seemed.

Ever since the holiday break had ended, he'd had an assignment or two on the go at once at all times. Right now, they wanted him to paint a still life and he for the life of him couldn't seem to get into the mood for it. Why still life, of all things? So boring. Bowls of fruit and pots of flowers. How could he make this interesting? Maybe someone would have an idea?

But as he was scrolling through his phone, checking out his contacts for someone who might have an idea, he alighted on a single name and another idea came to him. So he pressed it, not realizing it had made a mistake in which one he had pressed, and sent a single image off to the number. Once his job was done, he picked the controller back up to play another round.

Animal Crossing Meme!

For the duration of the match, Isiah ignored his phone. Which was easy enough when you turned the vibration off and had a headset on with the rabid firing of gunshots blasting in your ears. He wasn't too interested in any responses to the picture he had sent his friend, expecting a few worded reaction back for it. It was just some silly picture of a silly game his friend really enjoyed and Isiah knew he'd get a kick out of.

If only he'd actually sent the picture to the correct person.

Quote:

its a cute picture what do you mean lol
meant to send it to my friend not you sorry

Isiah let out a soft chuckle at the response on his phone. He hadn't picked his controller back up for another match once he had seen who the returned message from from. Such a little spitfire! He was glad to see she had just as much fire in a text as she did in person. But than of course she would. Someone not afraid to say the things she did face to face certainly wouldn't be afraid to say them over a phone. Oh. People like Harriet were so much fun to troll. That was the only thing from his growing up in England that had stayed the same. The angrier his parents got at him for the dumb s**t he'd do with the purpose of making them mad just made him want to act out all the more. The angrier Harriet got at him only made him want to mess with her all the more.



Giving another chuckle, he set the phone back down on the couch cushion. But instead of picking up the controller for another match, Isiah ejected the disk from his playstation and placed it gently back inside its case. Running a finger along the spines of his other games, he grabbed something more single-player and popped it in, sitting back down on the couch with the controller in hand. Something a little more casual on the side while he fueled the blood of the little Scottish woman.