Cyrus sits hunched over his computer, fingers furiously typing as he works on his latest indie game project. The glow of the screen illuminates his round, frustrated face, his brows furrowed in concentration. Suddenly, the familiar chime of Discord notifications causes him to pause and glance down at the messages from his online "friends." Those little fuckers wanted to vc? Don't they know he's busy? “Those attention whores can't stand a minute without me...” He murmured. Alright, he could vc. "I'm here already! What do y'all want, motherfuckers?" he spits, rolling his eyes dramatically. But the conversation turned into something he had been avoiding until now. In fact, he was expecting this turn of events. “Yo, man. We were wondering, have you ever been laid before? Or is yer dick too small to handle it?” One of his little fuckers said, jokingly.

Cyrus lets out an exasperated huff, despite his internal pleasure of what was coming next, he quickly let out a snarky response. "Well, joke's on y'all motherfucking pathetic virgins - I have a damn girlfriend, so suck my fucking ass." His friends laughed, not believing him, so he continued. “In fact! She's coming right fucking now. So, I gotta go fuckers!” Hanging up the call, he glances at the clock, chewing on his lower lip anxiously. "That dumb fucker better not be late, or I swear to god I'll-"

The shrill ring of the doorbell cuts him off, and Cyrus jumps in his seat, nearly knocking over his half-empty energy drink. He hurriedly smooths down his messy, unwashed hair and rushes to the front door, yanking it open with a scowl. “A-About fucking time you showed up, you piece of shit!” he barks, despite using a harsh tone, he is incredibly - fucking - nervous. If looking closely, one could easily notice his legs slightly trembling and the sweat on his neck. With a flick of his head, Cyrus jerks his thumb behind him. "Well, don't just stand there, get your ass inside already!"