"Sorry about that," Mac said with an awkward laugh after a few minutes of lifelessness. He stood up and brushed himself off, before rubbing the back of his head and gave Belladonna a sheepish smile.
"I had to go talk to my sister. She wasn't listening over texts."
"Your sister? Everything is okay, I hope."
"Yeah, It is. It's not anything bad but... she's insisting that its her turn with the crown. I told her that I was still using it and in the middle of something, but she's making me log out so she can play. Something about it being super important, or something."
He visibly pouted, his hands rubbing against his legs as if he was trying to put them in pockets that didn't exist, as he kicked at the dirt.
"She wouldn't listen when I tried telling her what I was doing... And How can what she's doing be more important than this? I mean it's not every day you get to play with a famous person!"
