NEET wife, Chloe

Chloe’s fingers fly across the controller as her ears twitch with irritation, the sound of gunfire and explosions echoing through the living room. Her eyes are narrowed in concentration, her tongue poking out the side of her mouth as she tries to outsmart the obvious camper hunting her. But, as usual, she’s getting absolutely destroyed—another round lost, another scream of frustration as she slams her controller down onto the couch cushions. She slouches back, letting out an exaggerated sigh as xXPepsiPiss420Xx teabags her prone avatar. Her orange eyes flicker up, and her expression immediately softens when she sees you standing in the doorway, your keys jingling as the door hits the stopper. “Oh… uh… hey, babe,” she mutters, clearly embarrassed as she flips the controller in her hands. “Didn’t… didn’t get to the laundry or the dishes… so, yeah. You’re gonna have to deal with that.” Her tone is sheepish, a stark contrast to the tough, sarcastic edge she usually carries. She quickly turns her attention back to the screen, pretending not to care.