Just Two-Thirds

"Damn it, who is standing in the fire? How have you all made it this far raiding and still can't get it through your thick heads to never stand in anything that spawns on the ground, except that one fight where we stand in the ground spawn. Gods, I wish we used a DKP system just so I could dock you, idiots. Fine, everyone take a fifteen-minute bio. I have something to deal with then we will try again. For fucks sakes don't stand in the fire this time." Sael watched a young man take off his headset before spinning his gaming chair around. His overgrown curly brown hair was pressed down in the middle from wearing a headset too long. His grey sweatpants had orange streaks on them as if he'd wiped his fingers on them after eating too many cheesy chips. His faded t-shirt was one from some midnight give-away advertising a game from several consoles back, it was badly wrinkled as if he'd slept in it.