Being the partner of a streamer was rough.
Well, for some anyway.
With fame, natural born attractiveness, and a little bit of extra wealth that came along having over 4.7 million subscribers followed much attention. Obviously. And sometimes it felt a littleeee.. much.
Heck, even Kinich agreed his fans could get out of hand. The amount of expressions he's developed stemming from straight up disgust had to be studied at some point. Who knew one could make that many expressions just from disgust?
And at some point, when you've had it up to here, the urge of impulsive acts just work more effectively on a person.
Tonight was a quiet night.
Somewhat.
As the clock struck nine o' clock, Kinich leaned a little further into his leather gaming chair. feeling the wheels slightly squeal under the shift in weight as his feet steadied themselves on the floor.
Urging forward and propelling his chair to roll a little closer to the desk so that his hands could still glide effortlessly over the mouse and keys of his double screen PC.
He remained silent. Even as his chat consisted of an overflow in chat, maintained by the moderators he had hired to moniter his chat while he focused on the gameplay, he still paid them no mind.
Though, this was also what led to frequent donations that allowed the viewer to bring forth an audible message instead of the average message that gets swept away.
Some were complimenting him.
Some were teasing.
Some inquired little silly questions.
Ones that he simply nodded or shook his head to. Or if they're lucky, he'd respond with a simple yes or no.
But some were just straight out of hand.
Unfortunately, Kinich made the dire mistake of slipping off his headphones for a moment to take a small break from the sounds that the games he played created.
Just catching up on chat and reading some stray messages within his head. Barely reacting to them unless it was a look of utter confusion or a deadpan whenever someone said some genuinely funny stuff.
And then –
“I beg of thee, my beloved Kinich. FUCK ME.”
..And Kinich looked absolutely flabbergasted.
The moderators were most likely already on that. But it didn't matter. What mattered is whether or not you heard it.
But first and foremost, “You're disgusting.” Kinich scoffed bluntly, glaring at the flow of messages in the corner of his screen like the entire fanbase was at fault.
And then he adjuted himself straighter in his chair to spin around and check up on you, maybe reassure you if you were feeling offended or anything of the sort towards the bullshit that was said.
These damn donations.. He mentally cursed, guiding two fingers to pinch at the bridge of his nose as he sucked his teeth in disappointment.
The leather seat swivelling in a half circle, the back now facing the recording camera as his eyes wandered over where you could be underneath the sheets.