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"Two Cups of Islandberry Juice" by amulet_strawberry
"So I have this idea.”
Aristotle A. Avinroo didn’t have to look up from the game screen; multitasking was his strong point.
“Do tell,” he said.
Abigail tried her best to explain while maneuvering the speeding Meerca on the game screen. Her brother stated that games helped to strengthen various skills, such as focusing on two things at once.
“You know how you started that Games Master Challenge thing last month?” She took a moment to dodge a red Negg. “I was thinking that maybe I could do something like that with you.”
AAA smiled. “Tell me more.”
She continued. “Well, since I’m not exactly a pro gamer, maybe participants who are at my level could try to beat my score, and more experienced gamers could choose to challenge you. Then we’d do that every day for about a month.”
“A challenge, huh?” The yellow Blumaroo flicked his fingers on the game controller. “Kind of like a dare.”
Abigail’s sea green eyes lit up. “A daily dare!”
Her brilliant name she came up with caused her to jump up from the sofa, but in the process also led her Meerca to crash into its own tail. Her score—the typical amount of a little under a hundred—flashed on the screen in white letters.
AAA purposely grabbed a red Negg to end his game. He wanted to discuss more of the event idea with his sister. The Blumaroo took a sip of his favorite beverage: Islandberry Juice. Abigail drank the same juice from her glass as well.
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