I just know Bellebunni sat down, queued support and already knows exactly how the match is going to go.
The pink hat, the headset locked in place, the calm gamer posture of someone who has accepted their fate, I just know she’s done and seen it all. Somewhere in that lobby there are three DPS players who think teamwork is optional and one tank who believes the payload is more of a suggestion than an objective. She hasn’t even loaded into the next fight yet and I can already see the quiet mental calculation happening behind those glasses. It’s not gonna take long before the convoy looks like a fireworks factory exploded inside a science lab.
The moment where the team forgets the objective, the dramatic last-second overtime scramble, the mysterious teammate who vanishes right before the final push. She knows the pattern. She has lived the pattern. Somewhere in the distance a Genji is about to ask for healing from the opposite side of the map and Bellebunni is already preparing the ancient support ritual of deep breathing and carrying the entire lobby anyway.
/)/)
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( づ♡🥕
