That new game hype! (INV)

There was decent money in playing games. Streamers made an honest buck however Justin wasn’t one for sitting down with thousands watching. The act made him feel uncomfortable, but, he did enjoy the occasional Stream with a fellow gamer he meet online some years ago. A tired Justin awoke after only two hours sleep. His mind wouldn’t shut off after working on a seemingly never ending Quest Line in World of Warcraft. After a lukewarm shower and morning tea he decided on getting breakfast.

His growling stomach signified dressing fancy wasn’t needed. It was morning after all. Well, it was morning in Justin’s eyes. He wore a simple gray long sleeve shirt with black cargo shorts and black shoes. He yawned, hands in pockets as he made his way across the nearly empty streets. Not many people were around this time of day which made getting across town easy. He was headed towards a local tea-shop he frequented, wanting to hang out with a friend of his who was in middle school.

Despite him being twenty-two and her only fourteen Justin got along with her very well. In a way she became his best friend during his stay in Japan. But, while on his way he had taken notice of a wheelchair. She wanted to go up the stairs from what Justin could tell. He figureds someone was around to help guide her through town but there didn’t seem to be anyone that was, or who was going to help her. An annoyed Justin faintly smiled with a melancholic expression on face. He approached her with hands in pockets and leaned up against the nearby wall.

“Need some help?”

The female’s completely foolish defiance filled with pride stung. He was disappointed but tried hiding it underneath a rough and irritated smile. Being turned down help when offered bothered Justin immensely more than should. Despite not being very good with most people, due to a different sense of humor and thinking process, he still tried being a good person where possible. Adapting to the ever constantly changing ebb and flow of social standards, commonsense and good sense confused him.

He watched on with a judgmental, stoic, expression as if looking down on her waiting for her to fail as she had her back turned towards him. The feeling within his chest, he somewhat wanted her to fail, but the thought sickened him and he quickly tossed that sickened emotion aside when she started rolling back harshly. Open arms quickly wrapped around the back and underneath her ribs, the wheelchair slamming against his chest. His only problem, Justin was leaned back a bit far where it was hurting him.

With a pained back he snickered in pain. “Oh man, you are a real pain in my lower back.” Justin ignored any complaints she might have and picked up the whole wheel chair from underneath, holding good onto the frame and keeping his balance, barely, while slowly making his way up the stairs. “These good deeds are going to be the death of me.” Justin said to nobody, mostly a complaint for doing honest and good work, even if it was not the right way his intentions were good.

“There!” He said, setting her down. Falling backwards he grabbed hold of the single rail to prevent hiself from falling down the stairs.

How the female even stood up baffled Justin immensely. Eyes widened with forearms crossing making an X symbol showing what went on wasn't right. "Nope, this isn't happening!" Justin spoke towards himself rather than Eevee while shaking his head. His step back was costly for his health, because falling down an entire flight of stairs hurt. Justin ended up with his back against the concrete from where they originally started from, his whole middle and upper body sore.

"I didn't sign up to be in a movie!" Said Justin, pointing towards the sky and cameras that were not present. If he really was in a movie, or one of those prankster shows, Justin wasn't happy. While the idea of his face being on the big screen sounded lovely falling down a flight of stairs wasn't, nor was a woman faking being injured! "What kind of person fakes being in a wheelchair!?" Justin exclaimed sitting up ribbing the back of his head with right arm, using left to keep himself halfway up. "Freaking faker, karma's gonna be a hell'a cruel on you."

He stood up, rubbing his lower back with both hands and complained to himself. "I'm getting to old for this." A joke, but even talking gave him a headache right now.