While they waited for the match to load, Archie's voice was heard through a headset, loud and teasing.
"What's with the cartoon cat?"
Micah blinked at his screen. His avatar icon, a smug devil cat, grinned back at him. He raised an eyebrow. "Got an opinion?"
"Yeah. It's totally you," Archie said with a chuckle. "The smirk, the eyes, the vibe. That little devilish smile? Uncanny."
Micah leaned back in his chair, a dry laugh leaving his throat. "Good, remember it next time you talk nonsense. My devilish Pitchfork might find its way up to your ass."
"Whoa, whoa," Archie laughed, loud enough to make Micah pull the headset away for a second. "I'm patiently waiting for that now."
Micah made a face. "Masochist!" he muttered under his breath.
"Did you say something?"
"Nah," Micah replied, tapping his fingers on the desk.
There was a short pause as the loading screen came up. The five avatars of their team filled the screen one by one.
