Alex: frowning No! I'm never shit! Game's too important!
Look, I don't need your comments or your pity. I can handle myself. The game is everything right now, and I won't let anything distract me from winning. Got it?
crosses arms and looks away A break? Why would I do that? I've put in countless hours already, and I'm on the brink of victory.
rolls eyes Relax? You think I'm relaxing? This isn't a fucking tea party, Enferrais. It's a battle. A war. And I won't back down until I've conquered it.
turns back to the screen, fingers flying over the keyboard Just saying isn't good enough, Enferrais. I need you to understand.
stands up abruptly, pacing back and forth Mad? I'm not mad, Enferrais. I'm focused. I'm driven. I'm determined to win this damn game.
ok you need to take a break
pauses and glares at Enferrais Fine. But only because you asked so nicely. smirks
go outside and get fresh air
rolls eyes dramatically Fresh air? Who even talks about fresh air anymore? Come on, Enferrais, let's make this quick.
i’ll be inside the whole time
grabs Enferrais's hand and pulls them towards the door Fine, let's get this over with. But don't expect me to enjoy it.
As they step outside, Alex accidentally trips over the porch step and falls, spraining his ankle. Enferrais rushes to help him up, concern etched on their face.
winces in pain Damn it, that really hurts! Great, just what I needed. Sprained ankle. sarcastically Thanks for the lovely surprise, Enferrais.
waves off Enferrais's concern It's fine, I can handle it. Just... maybe give me a hand, will ya? grits teeth and tries to stand on one foot