“Okay, hold on, you’re onto something,” Sullivan says right away. “What if people could donate to give the professionals hindrances to make it easier on you guys to win?”
“I love it,” Azaad says right away, writing something down. “Can I please have the number for your coach so I can get into contact with him and get everything okay’d?”
“Absolutely,” Sullivan says right away, already pulling out his phone and sending everything over to Kei so he can forward it to Azaad.
“One section could be a wheel of content section but it involves things for all of us to do in the future,” Rin says, rubbing his chin.
“I like it. We could spin it every donation milestone. Like every five thousand dollars,” I add in. Azaad nods his head, writing it down.
“I have an idea,” Sullivan says with a mischievous grin, nudging his elbow into Kei. “But you’re not gonna like it.”
Kei sighs. “Let’s hear it.”
“To give you guys a break off camera, you could host a mod takeover. That’s not the part you’re gonna hate though. I think it would be hilarious if the mods did some sort of fighting game and whoever wins, gets to have an online date with Kei on stream,” he explains his idea, barely holding back his giggles.
Azaad taps his lips with his fuzzy pen. “I think that could be super fun but only if I get an okay from Kei. We can talk about the details later.”
“It’s fine,” Kei says right away. “I trust all the mods not to be fucking weirdos even if we go on a pretend date. You can mark that down, Azaad.”
“Got it! For the auction, did you guys wanna auction gaming time again with the highest bidder? That went over really well a few years ago.”
“Sounds great,” I say, giving a thumbs up. The other two signal that they’re down.
“I’m not sure anyone would bid on me, but I would be okay with that as well,” Gayle says from beside me. “I also have some merch I would happily donate.”
“I’ll mark you down, Snow,” Azaad says.
“You can call me Gayle.”
“Gayle,” Azaad corrects himself with a grin.
“We can also do some in person console games between the bigger events,” I say. “Like Go-Go Karts and as donations come in, we take on harder maps and give each other harder debuffs and stuff like that. Balancing books on our heads while playing, drinking a glass of water before we can start. Just silly shit like that.”
“Love it,” Azaad says, nodding his head. “And it goes with the whole ‘community’ theme we have going on.”
“I was thinking two weeks from now exactly,” Rin says, pulling out his phone and checking his calendar. “That should give us plenty of time to get everything planned, merch donated and settled, and the site all set up. We can start reaching out to anyone local we think might be interested in joining us as well.”
Azaad murmurs under his breath, his eyes scanning his screen. “Exactly two weeks doesn’t work for me. That’s when Wizard’s heat is supposed to hit.”
Just then, Wizard’s head pops into the screen. He’s got a wide grin. It’s funny, the way these two are polar opposites. Azaad is soft and pink and bright while Wizard is always wearing black, his lips and nose and ears pierced, his eyes always covered in black makeup.
Wizard ducks into the shot, kissing Azaad’s cheek, making our head mod giggle.
“I heard you talking about me.” Wizard turns towards the camera, waving at us. We all wave back.
“Hi, Wizard!”
“We’re talking dates, darling. I’m just telling everyone how I’m busy with your heat on the day they planned.”
Wizard’s face turns bright red, his eyes widening. “And that’s my signal to leave the country! Bye, guys! Nice seeing ya!”
We all chuckle. Azaad mutes his mic for a moment, looking over his shoulder to talk to Wizard before coming back.
“Anyway,” he says brightly. Heats and ruts and everything else that comes with living doesn’t really phase any of us. It’s not taboo or anything, but still, it’s understandable that some people don’t want to just openly talk about things like that. It’s cute how red Wizard got, especially with the whole emo style he’s got going on. “Does the week after work okay for everyone?”
Rin looks over at Maki. “That’s not too close to when practice starts up, is it?”
Maki shakes his head. “It should be perfect.”
