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A yawn escaped Vivian as she continued her grind to the max level of Ultimate Fantasy XXXIII. While it was clearly handy to not rely on any devices herself and 'experience' the wide web in a fashion that had yet to come, the too-young girl condoned the use of cheating - thus, making her rely on mortal means to actually achieve her goals in this game.

Regardless, Vivian wouldn't play such a game if she [s]wasn't addicted to it[/s] didn't have fun with it. Or maybe, she just felt... more not caring than usual? It hasn't even been a month since Gramps died, leaving her more-or-less alone. Since then, most of what Vivian did was lazing around in her room and experience the wonders of the world wide web; incidentally also giving up on a few projects she had going for herself.

It was, however, already a progress that Warthog managed to make the girl hang out in B1 again rather than locking herself up in her room. Right now, she really do anything to further the silent promise she had made to Gramps, but maybe it was for the better. In fact, Vivian actually did consider to quit what she was currently doing and instead earn her money by legal means through stock exchange. Ultimately however, Vivian felt way too lazy about that... and somewhere deep she didn't even mind dying. Heck, she could even visit her own Tombstone if she wanted to.

It was then that the more-or-less peaceful silence of the [i]living room[/i] she was in got disrupted by Mom and two strangers - one clearly hurt. It wasn't an unusual sight, but enough that it always reconfirmed Vivi of still caring about others. A good thing in the end. Still, Vivian couldn't do much to help, and returning to her game while also paying attention to what was going on in the room now the purple haired girl did what she was always doing if she had the chance: Silently using her power for the sake of good fortune. If he was to die through a simple gunshot, then his chances had to be really, really shitty.

It was only after the freakish doctor, who had a weird pet with her, and the stone-cold Cleaner called End - which behaviour saddened her - entered the room that Vivian finally paid more attention to the turmoil at hand, ultimately even standing up from the couch she was lying on only to hide close to Warthog. Her curiosity was clearly piqued for whatever reason.