"Have you really been writing from your room this whole time?" Ash asked, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and disbelief.
NovelGeek took another slow drag from the joint, the tip glowing bright orange as he inhaled deeply.
He held the smoke for a moment, then exhaled a thick, sweet-scented cloud that drifted lazily toward the ceiling.
His shoulder-length dreadlocks shifted slightly as he leaned back in his chair, a relaxed smile spreading across his face.
"Well, obviously" he said casually, his voice smooth and slightly raspy from the smoke.
"As you can see.... this is where it all started. My own personal bedroom and just a few laptops."
Hearing this, Ash was genuinely a bit surprised.
From the brief glimpses he'd always caught of NovelGeek, standing in a vast white expanse and scribbling on whiteboards, he had imagined something far more elaborate.
He figured there would at least be a bit more flair to it all.
