the weight of an invisible crown - joining

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Videogames
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The world was not a kind place. It was not kind to even the most average of people, and especially not to those who were simply .. not. This is not a mindset most people would accuse Videogames of hiding -- he was a good liar even at the worst of times, but it was something the serval understood quite well. By circumstances of birth, of the people you're surrounded with -- it was out of your control.
The best you could do was do what you could about it, in Videogames' opinion. Put up with it, deal with it, run away. You couldn't ever escape it forever.
"Yup! Here I am!" The serval chirps, regarding the lion as he trots over. He's a fair bit larger than Videogames, technically both older than he but also ... well, maybe a little less mature, but not by much. Videogames is quite young himself, after all. He seems ... afraid. If not of the Elysium, then something else.
That won't do.
Videogames' tail lifts into the air, as though he's just finished surveying the other and is relaxing now, and he beams at Abidemi almost theatrically, close enough to cheesily genuine it was hard to tell the difference. Something open and friendly, calculatingly relaxed. Ultimately comforting, or so Videogames hoped anyways. He wasn't as good at dealing with outsiders as he was people familiar.
And, with little pause, he tilts his head and continues. "I'm Videogames! D'ya need somethin?" He chirrs. And, after another moment, he half-frowns, thoughtful. "You're shivering. Should I get you a blanket or something?" He asks, voice colored with concern. Elysium was pretty rough on those unprepared, after all -- Videogames was almost used to it, and he had his cloak, but this guy must've been walkin for a while now to get here.

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