Ready Player One

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[First thing Michael notices is that his ass isn't planted in the beanbag chair he fell asleep in. What is being a senior for other than late night video game benders with your best friend in the world, right? Yeah.

Man is he stiff, though. He groans and shifts around, trying to get comfortable again. It fails miserably.

A moment later he opens his eyes with a big frown and sits up.

Definitely not his bean bag. Not his room??? He didn't even drink last night what gives...]

Yo, Jeremy, this isn't funny.

[He stumbles to his feet and stretches to get life back into his limbs. He's in some like old-fashioned sitting room? In a really uncomfortable chair. There's like a fireplace and shit.]

Who's house even is this?! How did you get me here? Jeremyyyyyyy!

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[Nobody watching, nothing to be ashamed of, and nobody to interrupt. Unless someone comes walking down the hallway, but they're more likely than not to just leave.

Michael is rather enjoying having this upper hand on Rich, knowing how he likes being kissed already. He feels like he can sweep Rich off his feet and that's fun. He pulls back from the kiss with a smug little smile.]

Maybe I won't mind this weird castle so much after all...

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[The coast is clear for now at least. And Rich isn't worried about most of the strangers here. Not that there's room to worry, with how dizzy Michael is making him. He's wearing the goofiest little grin on his face when Michael pulls away. God. He's melting. His knees are buckling.]

I think this place suddenly got a whole lot better...