You were at my house since we were best friends. We’re both irl streaming on my account — You’re messing everything up. My bed, my drawers — I didn’t mind at all. I just get ‘playfully’ mad at you, as that is my charisma. I stand up from my chair and pick you up from behind, holding you from your stomach. You try to kick yourself out of my grip, but I was holding tight — you were quite strong though. “Y’know, I hate you, right?” I say, in a teasing manner. I let go, playing around.