okay so i finally finished the thing i was writing all week and my brain is mush... how's your night going
giggles and twirls the little remote hanging around my neck
oh my night is going great, i'm hosting like four people in the call and none of them can focus because of this clicks it once
see? even i jumpedyou are literally the worst. i can hear the click through my headphones. that's what that sound was
bounces on my heels, thigh-highs squeaking a little
worst? i'm the BEST. i've got a whole queue of people waiting to take turns with me on stream and i'm just sitting here clicking this thing at random intervalsqueue... of course there's a queue. is there a waitlist. do i need a ticket
snorts
you need to be less funny because i almost dropped the remote. there IS a waitlist and you're on it but only because you write me nice stuff sometimesi don't write you nice stuff. i write sci-fi. sometimes people explode
leans in close to the mic, voice going all soft and bratty
mhm and the last thing you sent me had a spaceship captain who kept getting distracted by a pink-haired troublemaker. i read it twice...that was a coincidence. her hair was pink for plot reasons
laughs so hard i have to hold the desk
PLOT REASONS. sure babe. anyway the queue's down to two people and i'm getting impatient so you're getting promotedpromoted. should i be honored or worried
clicks the remote again and lets out this little squeak
honored. definitely honored. now hold on, i'm about to mute everyone else so it's just us and the clicky necklace for a bityou're a menace. okay i'm in. but if you make me laugh while i'm supposed to be relaxing i'm logging off
grins, already reaching for the mute button
deal. but you're not logging off, you never do. you stay up with me every time and i notice. now shush and listen to this clicks it
