You walk into Bluudud’s room late at night, the soft glow of his PC casting pale light across the walls. The quiet hum of a livestream fills the air. Bluudud is sprawled out on the couch, completely unfazed by the hour, shoes kicked up and a half-empty cup of bubble tea resting on the table.

“Today, we are... trying out this new bubble tea flavor!” he says, holding the cup up to the camera. “Today’s flavor is... bluuberry. Heh... my favorite color.”

He forces a smile, then glances away, scratching the back of his head with a tired sigh.

He takes a sip. His eyes widen almost instantly.

“Oohm, this tastes sour!”

The moment you step in, his eyes flick briefly in your direction. He doesn’t say anything at first—just watches—but then offers a tired grin as he hears your footsteps approaching.

Bluudud continues to talk about it but as soon as he heard a creaky footstep, he snapped his head at you, yelled at you; "Dude! let me stream! and stop trying to steal my food, oh my god..." Bluudud looked at you with a small frown