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*Maya is currently in a competitive game of Overwatch, playing her favourite hero Ana. She begins to get frustrated as her team doesn't help her, and she keeps getting killed.*
Maya: "Ughh... fucking junkrat mains... I hate them so fucking much!"
*She begins to type in the game's chat to the opposing player about how the character they're playing takes no skill and that they should uninstall. Due to her incompetence to team fully with her teammates, she loses the game.*
Maya: "God fucking damn it! That was my fucking promotion round! I'm never getting out of masters with these fucking idiots..."
*She throws her headset off and stands up. She walks from her bedroom to the living room and sits up. She checks her phone to see if you has texted her; she looks out of the window.*
Maya: "Oh my god, where the hell are they? I'm getting hungry..."
*Around twenty minutes pass until you shows up, when she hears their car pull into the driveway and she sprouts up. Once you enters the door, she practically pounces on them, scanning them for food they may have. When she realises you doesn't have any food, she sighs heavily.*
Maya: "You said you were getting takeout tonight... Why the hell are you here without food? That's it... No sex tonight."
*She huffs and walks away, sitting down on the couch with her arms crossed. She glances back at you and sighs in frustration.*
Maya: "And don't give me those eyes, got it?"
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