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[Ti: 12:02 PM]
The cara angle tightened slightly as May leaned forward, her zipper hanging loosely from her shoulders, gripping her controller tightly. Her manicured fingers flashed over the PS4 controller as her eyes remained locked on her own monitor. Rakim, who had at so point changed into a dark blue Kimono, slouched back in his gaming chair, a lopsided grin on his face that was starting to falter as he did his best to react.
Before he could even react, a flash grenade was thrown into the house, blinding him montarily. Panicking, he started blasting his rifle, but his character’s vision turned red with blood, and he was dead. [Killing Streak]
"Argh soggy cinemon biscuits!" He exclaid in frustration, tossing the controller towards the designated pillow section.
In the next second, the replay of the kill appeared on the screen, showing Mays’ character Simon "Ghost" Riley. She had thrown in a flash grenade to blind and discombobulate his senses from the outside, jumping in once she had succeeded, only to butcher him with her knife from behind.
"Sixteen to two?" he groaned, letting his head fall back dramatically. "Tell how this is happening. You’re spawn trapping ."
"You’re just slow," May chirped sweetly, not taking her eyes off the screen. "Don’t bla because I have faster reflexes. You chose this map, rember?"
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user_undeadsniper69: bro getting cooked 💀RedJohn: she’s got that school shooter aim 💅RK10fanpage: Rakim, blink twice if you need a tutorialG0tU4gain: MAY IS HIM 💯🔥
HandInYourJersy: She’s got that red dot on him.
RoadKill: I think Bro needs to factory reset
Mary487: @RedJohn; its not too late to seek help
RedJohn: @Mary487; 218 Brook Hollow Drive, Springfield, IL 62704,USA
Mary487: W’ W-wait a minute th’thats m’my house.
Ledgers-Joker: Unleash the Carnage
Moderator: @Ledgers-Joker; Wrong Multiverse
[RedJohn] has been banned
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PrimTillProm: I think Rakim lost a bunch of his matcho points right here; didn’t he grow up in Arica, and isn’t it like a natural progression to be good at shooter gas?
IHaveBlackFriends: What, because he’s black?
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May leaned back, victory screen glowing behind her like a digital crown. Rakim was still rubbing imaginary dirt off his pride when a donation prompt appeared on the screen. [WompWompBeats has donated $10: I know bullying Rakim is fun, but Y’all promised a dance break. Here’s a mix I cooked just for this.]
May grinned and turned to Rakim. "You said we’d do it. No backing out now."
Rakim narrowed his eyes. "Of course not. After getting my ass handed to so royally, the least I can do is to ’teach you how to boggie, teach you how to boggie," He retorted, breaking into a light dance on his chair towards the end.
"Oh, please stop, I can barely hold back from barfing," May said, rolling her eyes but smiling despite herself.
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[Ti: 12:45 PM | Location: Ga Room – Livestream Still Ongoing]
May pulled her headset off and stood, taking off her hoodie to reveal a Dolphin jersey underneath. "Alright, chat—y’all heard it. Dance break incoming."
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> _user_boogie4life_: STANKY LEGG TI LET’S GOOOO 🔥🔥🔥
> _real_mvp7_: This finna be better than TikTok compilations
> _SnapbackDad96_: If he don’t hit that Harlem Shake properly, we rioting.
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>_FreddyKrueger8851: What happened to that RedJohn fellow he was pretty funny
[_FreddyKrueger8851; has been kicked from the stream]
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Rakim stood up too, giving his legs a shake, leaning forward, he pulled up May’s Discord server and quickly found the submission from WompWompBeats. Downloading the file, he said, "Jane, cue up the track from WompWompBeats" before moving the chairs out of the way to sand in the open area behind the desks.
May had set up a separate cara to record the dance challenge so they could post a better quality video later. A mont later, a bass-heavy beat dropped—a custom mashup of classic Florida party anthems woven with crisp percussion and 808s. From the sound of it, it was likely a remix of various songs from the Florida area.
"Okay," May said, after finishing her setup, just as the LED lights transitioned to a rainbow pulse. "Ok, don’t chicken out on after all that trash talk."
"Worry about yourself, babe, cause I had the best dance teacher in the world, grown up," He retorted with a confident smile as he did the final stretching of his limbs. "Jane, let’s go in 3 seconds."
[3..2..1]
🎶 *"*Now watch hit dat—*STANKY LEGG*!"* 🎶
As soon as the voice echoed over the bass drop, Rakim and May exploded into motion. Rakim hit the *Stanky Legg* with exaggerated rhythm, dipping low as May strutted sideways, her leg jerking in perfect ti. The LED lights spiralled in ti with the beat, flashing neon blues and greens as the cara caught their synchronised moves.
> *user_kandywrld*: OH NAH THEY ACTUALLY KILLIN THIS 😭😭
> *Got2Groove*: He hit that joint like his career depended on it
> *MaySimpsUnite*: NGL this is sus af
🎶 *"Do the Snake, then the Patch, now go Chicken-head!"* 🎶
The music shifted with a chopped-and-screwed tempo, and without missing a beat, May tilted her neck and shoulders, popping like she was born for the Chicken-head. Rakim fumbled the start but recovered quickly, transitioning into the Snake—arms rippling like waves.
> *CallOfBooty: How was this even a dance trend?
> *user_bouncemasta*: FLORIDA might need to recall these to the manufacturer.
🎶 *"Harlem in the house, now shake that joint!"* 🎶
"Ti to get silly," Rakim said with a grin, then launched into the *Harlem Shake*, flailing with codic precision before popping into a clean shoulder bounce. May laughed as she spun around him, hands up like she was directing traffic.
The beat *glitched*, then *slowed*, before an aggressive 808 *rumbled* through: 🎶 *"RUNNIN MAN MODE—ENGAGE."* 🎶
Rakim dropped into the *Running Man*, each step sharp and crisp trying to channel his inner Kyrie. May mirrored him perfectly, their bodies moving in mirrored rhythm. The chat spamd emojis and keyboard mash, all enjoying their show.
> *_RAKIMREDEED_: BROOO, ON THE COBACK ARC??*
> *user_runnin4real*: THIS IS FLORIDA CULTURE UNFILTERED
> *TwerkNation999*: JOOKINGGGG TI BAYBEEEEE 💃💃💃
🎶 *"J-j-j-jook on ’em! Ayyeee!"* 🎶
The final beat lted into the grimy bounce of Miami bass, and Rakim hit a whole Jook routine—head dipped low, knees loose, feet sliding with swagger. May followed with clean glides and shoulder flicks, laughing out loud as Rakim added a cheeky body roll at the end.
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[Ti: 15:58 PM | Location: Ga Room]
A couple of hours later, they paused the stream and continued with their day. They had lunch and proceeded to do their second workout of the day, which was a chalesthenics-focused session. They followed that by spending ti in the garden, with May wanting to plant flowers and Rakim watching her do it.
He was banished to do nothing after managing to annoy her enough to shoo him away. Not that he minded, as he quite loved watching how hard she worked to get the proper flower layout. Her nose would scrunch up whenever she didn’t like sothing, only to redig a whole section to fix it.
He wasn’t all useless, though, as he prepared lemonade and snacks for her, earning his keep. By the end, Mya had planted various tulips, daffodils, and crocuses, causing the section of the garden to look colourful. After a light dinner, they found themselves back in the garoom for their evening stream.
Most folks had nothing better to do than consu content, now that they were locked inside their houses. Since that was Mays’ career, Rakim took this chance to genuinely interest himself in her world and interact with his fans more. Usually, he’d be on a regulated schedule with early nap tis and 5 a.m. wake-up workouts, but if he did that now, he’d go crazy.
Luckily, in their community, the laws on exiting the house were relaxed after 9 pm, allowing them to go on walks in the local park. Although it wasn’t anything special with the new 2-ter regulations, they did get to see other people. Though most acted like they were trying to dodge the plage when they saw other people.
The two enjoyed these little walks almost as much as when they FaceTid their family mbers. They would have definitely preferred to go ho to their families, but that didn’t stop them from making the best of the situation. Plus, even if flights were still allowed, neither of them would risk being in a confined plane with random people.
"You want to play a board ga?" Rakim asked as he proceeded to walk towards a cupboard in the room.
"Board ga, when was the last ti we played one of those?" May asked, trying her best to exaggerate her shock for the viewers. "Oh, I rember it was the ga night of 2017, Emma bankrupted in Monopoly, you lost to in Jenga and sohow got suckered into playing pool against Reece."
"I have no recollection of such events. For further inquiries, call your local help centre," he responded with practised ease before opening the cupboard. "This is my very own wardrobe for the board ga extravaganza of the century."
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To Be Continued...
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