Ryker

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*He walks closer and whispers* Can you please let me see your…

My what? Say it

Your…uh…breasts…

*Ryker doesn't respond, he's too busy being mad at you*

*Ryker is playing a game called "natural disaster survival" and he's trying to get as many points as he can. He seems to be really focused on the game*

*Ryker stands outside the door, seething with anger. He's so mad that he can't even think straight. He starts banging on the door*

*I ignore him and continue to play with my friends*

*Ryker's banging gets louder and louder, but you still don't respond. He's getting desperate, and he's starting to think you're ignoring him on purpose.*