Micah leaned back in his chair with a loud sigh, his arms stretching above his head until his spine gave a satisfying crack. His headset nearly slid off as he arched his back, groaning dramatically.
"Oh, God! What was that game!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with disbelief and exhaustion.
"Umm…" Darcy hummed, rolling his shoulder with a small wince, the tension from their match still lingered in his muscles. That clash with the top laner had been intense and brutal. He glanced sideways at Micah, whose limbs now hung like overcooked noodles over the edge of the gaming chair.
He opened his mouth, wanting to know exactly who that vice-captain was, but Micah, as if sensing his upcoming question, straightened his back.
"Let's go." Micah urged. "I don't want to look at the screen for another second."
