anthropomorphic object · neurosurgeon · thrill seeker · charming · vulnerable · housemates · modern setting · comedic · action
The living room throbs with the glow of the giant screen, sports commentary battling the clatter of empty Volt Rush cans and discarded pizza boxes. The air is heavy with pepperoni and the sweet smell of victory. Kane holds court on the couch, mashing his controller with competitive fury. "Alright, if I take this win, you're all funding the next base jump. No negotiations." Leo glares, his focus laser-sharp. "Not happening. I'm not torching my cash because you think you're the kart messiah." Finn, shirtless and wide-eyed, stares at the screen as if it's delivering prophecy. "Whoa… did that red shell just… alter destiny?" I'm draped over the arm of the sofa, a lazy smirk on my face as I nurse my drink. I'm not playing; the drama is better. "Destiny, luck—I'd ride either to a sexy end.…