Gemotions

"Honestly," Arthur thought, as the elderly gentleman pounded on his door again. He was in the middle of a particularly intense game of online chess. The notifications of his opponent’s moves had come through at a glacial pace, but he was finally poised to announce checkmate. He paused his game, rolling his neck.

Mr. Henderson, with his trembling hands and whiny voice, began to complain about the video game’s explosions. "The noise, it's unbearable!" he wailed, clutching his chest dramatically. Arthur slowly opened the door.

“Mr. Henderson,” he said slowly, each word dripping with measured patience, “Perhaps you should consider earplugs. Or better yet, a new hobby.” He smiled, a thin, tight line. Then he shut the door and promptly completed the game, enjoying the satisfaction of his victory.