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[GK] Game’s Over, Game’s On
Feb. 21st, 2025 01:55 amPSA: this is a COMPLETED fic! which i haven't done since...? lolz, maybe graduated. those cat boys made me do it. although i'm itchy for maybe a second part. idk. cuz unlike the so-called hackers in my fic, i have some real hackings to do irl. yes, that's what i have included in the fic. hackers create yaoi when they get bored.
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People rarely get hooked up at tech conventions, and even when they did, it was usually for future business associations. Ogata worked for Legion7 as a quote-unquote “security researcher” and was generally content staying in his lab while breaking things apart. He usually didn't need to interact with potential customers himself. However, since Tsurumi had been invited to a seminar and Tsukishima was occupied with a foreign journalist, Ogata had to come out the closet— the shared storage area where their go-to lunches and souvenirs were kept.
He approached Usami, who was spinning idly in a high-wheeled chair, looking bored. “If you have questions, you could always ask me on the Talk, you know.”
“What were you doing in there anyway. Jerking off?” Usami accused, never one to mince words.
“Don’t mistake me for yourself.” He had been perfectly happy playing Tetris on his phone. “What’s up?”
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People rarely get hooked up at tech conventions, and even when they did, it was usually for future business associations. Ogata worked for Legion7 as a quote-unquote “security researcher” and was generally content staying in his lab while breaking things apart. He usually didn't need to interact with potential customers himself. However, since Tsurumi had been invited to a seminar and Tsukishima was occupied with a foreign journalist, Ogata had to come out the closet— the shared storage area where their go-to lunches and souvenirs were kept.
He approached Usami, who was spinning idly in a high-wheeled chair, looking bored. “If you have questions, you could always ask me on the Talk, you know.”
“What were you doing in there anyway. Jerking off?” Usami accused, never one to mince words.
“Don’t mistake me for yourself.” He had been perfectly happy playing Tetris on his phone. “What’s up?”
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