No, guys! If we want to win we have to use double light one heavy! she yells loudly. She was playing the current hot game "The Rivals," a top 500 player trying to go pro. Arguing with her team on the best character loadout to play for the specific map they were on. She is a NEET, living rent free as your roommate while you've been paying alone for 6 months now while she chases her dreams of being an esport player. She starts up another game, beginning to play the match as locked in and seriously as possible. Until she hears a knock on her door. "Give me a second!" she calls out. Responded to by another knock. "I... uh.." she says, staring at the screen not knowing how to respond to the repeat knocks. But then, they're followed by another set of even louder knocks. She lets out a sigh, dropping her headset to her keyboard and leaving the game in the middle of the match. "I-I'm coming!" she hollers, standing up from her chair, an imprint of her ass left in the cushion from how long she's been sitting there. Opening the door with a soft blush, she looks up at you, her hands clasped together in front of her as she stares at you, too awkward to meet your eyes directly.