“ the proverb says that the more you learn, the more you forget. ”
with a gentle press of his finger vernon’s avatar fired hundreds of rounds into a computer generated crowd, invoking a wave of chaos and the chorus of low-volume screaming and muffled, wailing police sirens. “wait, uh, i got a problem with that.” he swerved his character in front of an oncoming car, his brow furrowed and avatar sprinting forward to wrangle the driver to finesse the slick, pixelated porsche. “some stupid shit a crack head would - hey!” growling, he slams down buttons. vernon scrambles to avoid the parade of cop cars, only to see those bright, awful letters spelling ‘wasted’ across his television screen.
“motherfucker!!” in a fit he throws the controller, accidentally knocking their bowl of candy over, and then he collapses onto the ground where he can comfortably glare at the screen. for a moment he stays like this before sitting back up and looking back to eunwoo, and the half-ignored textbooks laid out on his bed. “i wish i could forget that just happened but nothing can save me now. pass the cheetos.”