Lee stays logged into the game server, but he sets his status to Busy and blocks all fight requests. He doesn’t know if JoTho has done the same, or if he’s chatting to a couple other people in addition to Lee, or joining in a fight here and there, or what. At first his replies seem delayed, but as the private chat gets hot and heavy, Lee’s pretty sure his attention is right where it should be.
On Lee.
Maullory: so what’s ur name?
JoTho: call me joe
Maullory: is that ur name?
JoTho: it’s my username. what’s urs?
Maullory: lee what’s ur squad?
Instead of replying, Joe sends another photo. Lee leans back in his chair, tablet on the desk, one lotioned hand stroking his d**k and the other tapping out responses in hunt and peck fashion. He grips his c**k tight as JoTho’s latest image open
