I can see it in her face. I can see the one more game. And I also know that Meowz is now spiritually committed to the next six business hours.
She’s got that full World of Warcraft dungeon stare: half trying to keep up with the pull, half wondering why one guy is already standing in something bright green and lethal for the third time. The little party is off in the caves doing their thing and she looks like she’s already accepted that at least one of them is going to type “heals?” right after tanking the floor.
Meowz looks like she knows exactly when loot drama is about to start, exactly which mob got accidentally body-pulled and exactly who’s going to say brb after the boss dies!
Very strong loot goblin meets exhausted hero energy here. A little bit “for the Horde,” a little bit “please for the love of god interrupt that cast,” and a lot of “if this mount drops, nobody speak to me for five minutes.” She looks like she’s one bad wipe away from opening Details, one lucky drop away from religious devotion, and one dungeon queue away from forgetting what time it is. Classic WoW disease, honestly.
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