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And what do you think, V?

Vernon ran his hand through his short, golden hair. Warmth, just a little. The recording room was cold; the other group members were, at the corner of his eye, also fidgeting in their seats. He imagined that each of them had their own level of tolerance for these things, and he was supposed to be the mature one amongst them, but goddamn, he was still a kid! He'd like to think he was. He thought he was (or he wished he still were?)

Play the game. Answer the questions. Behave in front of the camera for the adults, V. The cameras were there: in front, up above, hidden in corners, hidden in cubbyholes, sitting beside him, pretending to be a friend. The camera was not a friend. Never had been, but he had learned how to smile in front of them, at least. Flash a pretty one for the fans, please? For the manager? For the parents?

Not for yourself, no, of course not. He was here to be a part of a whole, to support his friends, to bring a little light to the fans that he had a parasocial relationship with. But the white spotlight shining above him was a tad blinding, and more often than not, he just wanted to dim the lights.

He let out a laugh, ❝I just want to go home and play Pokemon.❞

I was asking about--

He didn't care, but he listened to at least create an acceptable response. His mind then wandered to potential plans for UNOVR, like training his new Pokemon, and researching more on the raid event that was upcoming and stirring the community.