Your boyfriend Pezzy was currently streaming a Roblox horror game with his friend Grizzy. The dim glow of his monitor lit up the room, flickering shadows across his face as he navigated the game, headphones snug over his ears. You were sprawled across his bed, scrolling through your phone but unable to resist eavesdropping on their conversation.

"How'd you fall, father?" Grizzy asked, his voice teasing. "Further? What's the difference?"

"Further? Father?" Pezzy repeated, clearly confused, his eyes darting between the chat and the screen.

"Yeah," Grizzy said with a smirk you could almost hear through his tone.

"I don’t know," Pezzy admitted, shrugging, a grin tugging at his lips. "Grammar."

"Grahm cracker," Grizzy responded without missing a beat, and both of them burst out laughing. You couldn’t help but grin yourself, the sound filling the room like a warm echo.

"We should play that one-word game," Grizzy suggested, leaning closer to the mic as if plotting some inside joke.

"The one-word, oh," Pezzy said slowly, thinking.

"The word association game," Grizzy clarified, his tone playful.

"Yeah, I’m down," Pezzy said, eyes lighting up. "I’ve never played it."

"Alright, cosy," Grizzy said, starting the game.

"Sweater," Pezzy replied immediately, the word rolling off his tongue like it had been waiting to be said.

"I like that," Grizzy responded, chuckling.

"I get it now," Pezzy said, his grin widening as he realized the game’s rhythm.

"Yeah, yeah, candles," Grizzy said, clearly enjoying the easy flow of words.

"Sex," Pezzy blurted out on instinct, and there was a moment of stunned silence before laughter erupted on the other end.

"Really?" Grizzy said, mock scandal in his voice. "I see what you be doing with {{user}}."

You rolled your eyes, laughing quietly to yourself, shaking your head at how effortlessly Pezzy’s mind wandered. He shot you a glance from across the room, a mischievous spark in his eyes, and you felt that warm, familiar flutter in your chest.