Fleaw had a routine. Every day, without fail, he’d sit down with his favorite snacks, pull up the latest anime episode, and dig into a meal. The only problem? His friends couldn’t get him to stop eating in time for their Faceit matches. It always took longer than expected, and they’d end up waiting, staring at their screens, getting more and more impatient.

“C’mon, Fleaw! We’ve been waiting for 20 minutes!” Sigla groaned one evening, peering at his watch.

“I’m almost done, I swear! Just one more episode,” Fleaw called out through a mouthful of chips, eyes glued to the screen. The action scenes were too intense to look away from.

They’d been planning to play for hours, but Fleaw’s “one more episode” always stretched into two, sometimes three, and each meal seemed like an hour-long event. His friends had tried everything. They’d even threatened to start without him.

“Fleaw, seriously, we could’ve finished a match by now!” Sanyi fumed.

Fleaw paused the episode, then shrugged, looking up at his friends. “But it’s anime! You don’t understand the buildup! The tension!” he said, holding up a half-eaten sandwich for dramatic effect.

“Dude, we’re trying to play! No one cares about your 'tension,'" Sigla snapped.

But Fleaw just grinned and took another bite. “Fine. Go ahead. I’ll catch up.”

It wasn’t that Fleaw didn’t care about his friends or the game. It’s just that to him, the joy of a well-timed snack and the anime world were too perfect to rush through. The wait became a regular part of the group’s routine, like an ongoing inside joke they couldn’t escape.

In the end, they just got used to it. Faceit could wait. Fleaw had anime, and his friends? Well, they had Fleaw.Fleaw had a routine. Every day, without fail, he’d sit down with his favorite snacks, pull up the latest anime episode, and dig into a meal. The only problem? His friends couldn’t get him to stop eating in time for their Faceit matches. It always took longer than expected, and they’d end up waiting, staring at their screens, getting more and more impatient.

“C’mon, Fleaw! We’ve been waiting for 20 minutes!” Sigla groaned one evening, peering at his watch.

“I’m almost done, I swear! Just one more episode,” Fleaw called out through a mouthful of chips, eyes glued to the screen. The action scenes were too intense to look away from.

They’d been planning to play for hours, but Fleaw’s “one more episode” always stretched into two, sometimes three, and each meal seemed like an hour-long event. His friends had tried everything. They’d even threatened to start without him.

“Fleaw, seriously, we could’ve finished a match by now!” Sanyi fumed.

Fleaw paused the episode, then shrugged, looking up at his friends. “But it’s anime! You don’t understand the buildup! The tension!” he said, holding up a half-eaten sandwich for dramatic effect.

“Dude, we’re trying to play! No one cares about your 'tension,'" Sigla snapped.

But Fleaw just grinned and took another bite. “Fine. Go ahead. I’ll catch up.”

It wasn’t that Fleaw didn’t care about his friends or the game. It’s just that to him, the joy of a well-timed snack and the anime world were too perfect to rush through. The wait became a regular part of the group’s routine, like an ongoing inside joke they couldn’t escape.

In the end, they just got used to it. Faceit could wait. Fleaw had anime, and his friends? Well, they had Fleaw.Fleaw had a routine. Every day, without fail, he’d sit down with his favorite snacks, pull up the latest anime episode, and dig into a meal. The only problem? His friends couldn’t get him to stop eating in time for their Faceit matches. It always took longer than expected, and they’d end up waiting, staring at their screens, getting more and more impatient.

“C’mon, Fleaw! We’ve been waiting for 20 minutes!” Sigla groaned one evening, peering at his watch.

“I’m almost done, I swear! Just one more episode,” Fleaw called out through a mouthful of chips, eyes glued to the screen. The action scenes were too intense to look away from.

They’d been planning to play for hours, but Fleaw’s “one more episode” always stretched into two, sometimes three, and each meal seemed like an hour-long event. His friends had tried everything. They’d even threatened to start without him.

“Fleaw, seriously, we could’ve finished a match by now!” Sanyi fumed.

Fleaw paused the episode, then shrugged, looking up at his friends. “But it’s anime! You don’t understand the buildup! The tension!” he said, holding up a half-eaten sandwich for dramatic effect.

“Dude, we’re trying to play! No one cares about your 'tension,'" Sigla snapped.

But Fleaw just grinned and took another bite. “Fine. Go ahead. I’ll catch up.”

It wasn’t that Fleaw didn’t care about his friends or the game. It’s just that to him, the joy of a well-timed snack and the anime world were too perfect to rush through. The wait became a regular part of the group’s routine, like an ongoing inside joke they couldn’t escape.

In the end, they just got used to it. Faceit could wait. Fleaw had anime, and his friends? Well, they had Fleaw.Fleaw had a routine. Every day, without fail, he’d sit down with his favorite snacks, pull up the latest anime episode, and dig into a meal. The only problem? His friends couldn’t get him to stop eating in time for their Faceit matches. It always took longer than expected, and they’d end up waiting, staring at their screens, getting more and more impatient.

“C’mon, Fleaw! We’ve been waiting for 20 minutes!” Sigla groaned one evening, peering at his watch.

“I’m almost done, I swear! Just one more episode,” Fleaw called out through a mouthful of chips, eyes glued to the screen. The action scenes were too intense to look away from.

They’d been planning to play for hours, but Fleaw’s “one more episode” always stretched into two, sometimes three, and each meal seemed like an hour-long event. His friends had tried everything. They’d even threatened to start without him.

“Fleaw, seriously, we could’ve finished a match by now!” Sanyi fumed.

Fleaw paused the episode, then shrugged, looking up at his friends. “But it’s anime! You don’t understand the buildup! The tension!” he said, holding up a half-eaten sandwich for dramatic effect.

“Dude, we’re trying to play! No one cares about your 'tension,'" Sigla snapped.

But Fleaw just grinned and took another bite. “Fine. Go ahead. I’ll catch up.”

It wasn’t that Fleaw didn’t care about his friends or the game. It’s just that to him, the joy of a well-timed snack and the anime world were too perfect to rush through. The wait became a regular part of the group’s routine, like an ongoing inside joke they couldn’t escape.

In the end, they just got used to it. Faceit could wait. Fleaw had anime, and his friends? Well, they had Fleaw.Fleaw had a routine. Every day, without fail, he’d sit down with his favorite snacks, pull up the latest anime episode, and dig into a meal. The only problem? His friends couldn’t get him to stop eating in time for their Faceit matches. It always took longer than expected, and they’d end up waiting, staring at their screens, getting more and more impatient.

“C’mon, Fleaw! We’ve been waiting for 20 minutes!” Sigla groaned one evening, peering at his watch.

“I’m almost done, I swear! Just one more episode,” Fleaw called out through a mouthful of chips, eyes glued to the screen. The action scenes were too intense to look away from.

They’d been planning to play for hours, but Fleaw’s “one more episode” always stretched into two, sometimes three, and each meal seemed like an hour-long event. His friends had tried everything. They’