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“Maybe you ought to. Don’t know how far it would get in our current situation.” Jackson’s mood was considerably lighter than that of his company, however he still couldn’t quite empathize with the situation. At least, he couldn’t understand the extent of the frustration over a mere video game. It seemed to him that the things to be frustrated about were their encasement and other issues that came along with it, and video games were found somewhere at the bottom of the list. “We could keep practicing, and I’m sure you’ll catch on quick. Or we could find something else to do.”
“i can’t even send the stupid letter!” milo responded, nearly hysterically as he threw his hands in the air, a loud sigh escaping his lips as he fell backwards against the couch. “i can’t do anything inside of this stupid dome,” he mumbled, folding his arms across his chest as he hung his head. milo wasn’t just upset about his loss, he was upset about his entire situation! he felt so useless, trapped in the dome, effectively grounded. it was torture. but it was no use whining about it, that would only make the situation worse. sighing, he forced himself to sit up as he turned his head to look at the other male. “i’d rather kiss a hutt than play again.”















