𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏𝟒

                                    

                                          
Y/N
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I hate to annoy Mandy while she's at work and call her just to use her computer, but I was afraid of even turning it on while she wasn't there. I don't even trust other people to use my laptop without me being there to supervise. 
Luckily, she has one game that I am widely familiar with,
Sims 4. 
Although Hamzah wasn't kidding about how loud they'd be, it's mostly Martin's voice cutting through my AirPods. His exaggerated reactions and occasional bursts of laughter make it hard to focus, even over my music.
They must be playing some type of long game because my sim's has developed a whole lifestyle before they could stop talking. 
I sit quietly at my screen as I wait for my sim to finish work. 
Buzz
Hamzah | All good?
Hamzah | Is Martin too loud
I let out a small laugh to myself before quickly catching it and shutting myself up, glancing around as if someone might've noticed.
Invest in soundproof walls 😊  | Y/N 
Hamzah | We just finished playing so we'll go browse now thanks
Hamzah | Are you using Mandy's computer?
Sims  | Y/N
Hamzah | Couldn't even type yes??
Hamzah | Am I interrupting something
 Yes  | Y/N
 Tryna get her pregnant brb  | Y/N
Hamzah | Wow
Hamzah | Priorities
His response takes a little longer this time, and I glance toward the living room. For a second, I imagine him reading my text, maybe laughing, and I notice I'm grinning at my screen. 
I hear footsteps approaching, and before I can look up, Hamzah leans casually against the doorway, phone still in hand.
"I don't see any woohooing?" He teases as he walks up to me. He leans down slightly, just enough to peek at the screen.
"After her work finishes," I reply, tilting my head back to glance at him. His nod is slow, like he's seriously contemplating my Sim's schedule.
We both fall quiet, the hum of the game filling the space between us. I finally look back at him fully,
"Are you gonna stand the whole time?" I ask,  raising an eyebrow and gesturing toward the chair behind him.
Hamzah straightens up, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth before grabbing the chair. 
"What's Martin doing?" I ask, not looking away from the screen.
"Uh... sleeping? Maybe?" His reply is uncertain, and he shrugs it off as though it's not worth verifying. He leans in just as my Sim finishes her work shift, his eyes flicking across the screen with amused curiosity.
"Why does your Sim have, like, five canvases lying around?" he asks, letting out a soft laugh. "More money," I reply quickly, focusing on finding a man to get inside my sim's bedsheets.