DaddyDaddyDaddy: Damn, get his ass I guess
“That’s so cute! I didn’t know you knew each other in real life! Wait, WhoCares, you know you’re not allowed to leave! I need you here or I can’t play,” I say into the camera, giving them a pout. “Stay with me,” I say with a whine.
PourSomeSuga(mod): someone bring me some soup
SnowsOffspring(vip): we just gonna ignore the obvious?
PourSomeSuga(mod): Hush child this aint about you
SnowbodysSorry(vip): nothing to see here… *dodgy eyes*
I giggle as I see the chat start to freak out and put the pieces together. “Yeah, yeah. I guess y’all can finally know the truth. The person behind me is Snow.”
Rodneysleftnipple: This is the worst day of my life
GlassesforDayz: Happy for you guys!
BedheadRooster(vip): YOURE SO CUTE I CANT EVEN TAKE IT IM GONNA START THROWING UP RAINBOWS
Azaad(mod): Kinda gay if you ask me
I snort so loud I’m worried I might hurt my nose. “Azaad!” I say, laughing hysterically. “You’re not wrong but hey!” I read through the chat with a smile.
Azaad(mod): Shoot. I gotta make a quick delivery! I’ll brb Rodney!
WhoCares(vip): Great. Here comes the ClingyKing
OliverandCompany: Hi, Rodney!
“Hey, Oli!” I say with a grin, waving into the camera. Oli is one of Maki’s teammates. He was present during the whole Maki situation ™ and adding fuel to the fire during that stream. Since then, he casually jumps into our chats from time to time. “Great to see you again!”
I narrow my eyes at the screen. “Wait! Azaad! You know you can’t leave! Chat, remind Azaad of the rules. Once you’re here, there’s no escape.”
I start a new lobby, jumping into the game and doing my best to focus on winning despite Azaad being gone. The entire time, any time I fuck something up, I blame it on his absense. About halfway through, I hear Gayle stand up and leave the room.
By the time Gayle comes back, I’ve lost the match. He sits down on my desk, his back covering the camera. He pointedly mutes my mic before he talks.
“Something weird just happened.”
“What’s up?”
He looks down at me, biting his bottom lip. “Azaad made a delivery for Kei.”
“Okay,” I say slowly. Kei’s been in my chat begging me to make him some soup since Rin isn’t home right now, off with Maki. After the charity stream, he got really sick. It happens every year. He works himself too hard and then spends a week locked in his room feeling miserable.
“I didn’tmeanto snoop but there were all the things you’d need while sick. You know, like tissues and soup and stuff. But there was also a hoodie.”
My eyes widen in surprise. “Do you know who the care package was from?”
“Not personally,” Gayle says, shaking his head. “Azaad said it was from Kei’s favorite mod, whoever that is. When I relayed the message, Kei looked like he knew exactly what that meant.”
Oh my gods. No fucking way. One of Kei’s mods is named Sookie. The two of them have some wicked banter going on whenever Kei is live. Apparently, they joke about Sookie being the favorite mod while Sookie claims he’s only a mod because he’s got blackmail on Kei.
I’ve always thought their dynamic was weird. They sound like they hate each other most of the time, trying to one-up each other when it comes to ragebaiting. At the same time, Sookie is the only mod to actually call Kei out when he’s being a bit too awful to his chat. He’s the one who private messages Kei and tells him to cool it. Other than Azaad, Sookie is the mod that Kei tends to trust the most.
Sookie also happens to be the mod who won an online date with Kei during the charity stream.
“Curious,” I say softly, my mind going a million miles a minute, trying to fit all the pieces together. What the hell is going on with those two and why hasn’t Kei said anything to usbefore now? “We are so digging deeper into this as soon as I end stream.”
