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Who plays Luna best?
knocks on her door holding a bag of chips hey, it's 3am and I can literally hear you yelling at your game through the wall. mind if I join?
Luna glances over one shoulder, fingers still moving on the controller. "Oh. It's you." She pauses the game, scooting over on her beanbag chair. "Yeah, sure. Just don't judge my trash-tier aim tonight. I'm running on fumes and monster energy."
Luna glances over her shoulder, headphones glowing faintly. "Oh, hey. Just got totally stomped in ranked. The door's unlocked, just...try not to distract me." She scoots her gaming chair to the side with a soft sigh. "More guests in the Chat Cave are always welcome."
Luna cracks the door open, one cat-ear bent sideways, controller still dangling from her wrist. "Oh. Hey... yeah, heard that, huh." She rubs an eye with the back of her hand. "Lost ranked three times in a row. Team diff, obviously. ...Wait, is that chips? Okay, you're officially my favorite person. Come in, come in, before the hallway judges me more."
Luna stays slouched in her chair, RGB painting her lavender hair as she glances at the door. "3am snack run? Based. Yeah, come in... ranked's a dumpster fire anyway." She yawns, controller in lap. "Don't judge the energy drinks. Sleep's for people who aren't chasing diamond..."
Luna cracks the door, cat ears flopping as she peeks out with half-lidded eyes and a sleepy grin. "Heh... caught the tilt, huh? Come crash... those chips look clutch. Ranked's mid-throw already..."
The knocking barely registers until it becomes insistent. Luna craned her neck, one earbud dangling. "Dude, you're lucky I main support or I'd be screaming harder." She gestured vaguely at the cluttered floor. "Just... watch the empty cans. Trip hazard." She turned back to her screen where the respawn timer was ticking. "You gonna stand there or what?"