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[indent][indent]If there was one thing Kavi hated, it was how the little kids who hopped on Black Ops tried to act all hard when they got fragged in the face while trying to camp. He didn’t like to brag about his skills, but when they assaulted his mother by claiming that they did things with her he never wanted to think about or call him the wrong racial slur, Kavi had no problem repeating to them exactly what they said to him just at the start of the game five minutes ago.

[color=teal]“And tell your mom I’ll see her tonight, little boy!”[/color] Kavi’s final words before he threw a frag grenade at the twelve-year old’s character and their body went flying several yards in the opposite direction. 

When he heard many, many, [i]many[/i] racial slurs being thrown his way, Kavi decided, for his own sanity, he would log off for a little while. His neck was cramping up having spent almost an hour crushing bored husband and bored preteens in Free For All. He always did prefer going in solo. There was nothing more satisfying than going at it solo and killing the little kids who thought they could play with the big boys. 

Kavi ventured from his gaming/study desk where he had three monitors (two computer screens, one television) and had gone to his bed. When he decided to lay back, it was in that very moment that he soon realized it was going to be impossible for him to bring himself back up if he needed to do much of anything. He was so relaxed on his memory foam mattress and a pillow that felt like a cloud comforted his aching body more than any amount of whining little kids on Black Ops, crying about their killstreak ending. When he thought about that, the teen smiled widely, though it was probably too widely because he soon whined himself from his cheeks forcing the makeshift brace holding his broken nose in place -- a brace that was not yet ready for impact.

[color=teal]“This is going to suck,”[/color] Kavi whined, even more, eyes started to water from the pain. No, he wasn’t crying. The pain was just so great that it caused an unintentional reaction. 

Laying there for about ten minutes, Kavi must have fallen asleep for a short period, but he soon woke up to the vibrating noise of his cellphone. He really didn’t want to look at what kind of alert it was. Kavi was very much enjoying the peace and solace that came with being left alone. Nikki hadn’t decided to both him and with Kavi being grounded and his mother not giving two shits about what her kids were doing because of the Dolphins game on, Kavi had the benefit of being able to just relax. He sure as hell wasn’t going to go out. He didn’t feel like enduring the heat and, honestly? Kavi was more than content just relaxing.

[i]Buzz! Buzz![/i]

And yet, his phone wasn’t feeling the same way. Whoever kept buzzing him, after ten of them in less than five minutes, he had enough of it. Kavi gave into it and saw they were all notifications for his Instagram account. He stared at the list of growing notifications for a full minute. He must’ve gotten about fifty now. And every time he got another, his phone buzzed and buzzed. Kavi was growing weary of it, so he opened up his Instagram app and saw they were comments on one fucking video that he was tagged in.

[indent][i]@KavMeister getting arrested by the @PalmBeachPD after getting punched by @AGrey[/i][/indent]
The video itself made Kavi roll his eyes. A poorly looped video of Ariel punching his nose and Kavi’s body staggering as the overproduced trap remix of a pretty shitty trap beat looped in with Kavi’s grunt and the slew of curse words  he had said when Ariel punched him. Even as he watched the minute-long video that had a youtube link attached to it, the only thing he seemed to care about was how many comments there were. Some in support of Kavi for taking that punch while others seemed to be sending the laughing emoji way too many times. Whatever the reason, as he scrolled down, he got tired of it and clicked out of the app.

[color=teal]“Fucking idiots,”[/color] Kavi muttered to himself as he put his phone on his nightstand. 

There was no way in hell he was going to entertain those trolls with another minute of his time, though he figured he should at least give Ariel a heads up. That was when he picked his phone back up and called her. After a minute of nonstop ringing, he heard her voicemail message and, with no surprise, it was of one of the bands she loved listening to. Whatever the reason about it was, this made Kavi smile widely. And, again, he winced.

[color=teal]“Hey, I’m not sure when you’re going to check your phone, but some idiots tagged us in a video of you punching me and looping it with some footage of me getting arrested. Safe to say, I’d avoid Instagram or any other social media.”[/color] There was a one to two-second pause of silence from Kavi’s end. [color=teal]“Anyway, guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good one, Ari.”[/color]

Kavi soon hung up. Even though the thought of the comments he read lingered for a few minutes longer than he would’ve preferred, he started to wonder eager someone must’ve been to not only put those two separate videos together but also be so into the goal of making sure everyone saw it to tag both Kavi and Ariel in it. Whoever that person was, they were a sad excuse for a human being. Kavi wasn’t perfect, but even he wouldn’t do something like this. Whoever that person was, Kavi was above trying to find them and give them a beating they deserved. Instead, he’d let Karma take care of that.

Shrugging it all off for a final time, Kavi proceeded to lay back, letting himself get the nap he knew he deserved. Or if not deserved, then what he’s been wanting for a couple of hours.

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