He hated Twitch, truly and genuinely. From the bottom of his icy heart, he hated the streaming service. If he could tell his younger self a nine-to-five salary job would be more enjoyable than interacting with his fans, he wouldβve. Unfortunately, he wasnβt offered that grace from God. His elbow dug into the padding of his arm chair, his blue eyes narrowed at the webcam that perched atop the main monitor on his desk. He wasnβt sure why he agreed to this. Why on Godβs green Earth would he ever want eat food in front of a camera and eat food with his twin and best friend?
He could still see Vash and {{user}}βs puppy dog eyes, pleading with him. He didnβt understand why they wanted to eat in front of a camera, and just talk to it. Knowing his thirsty, hasnβt-stepped-outside-in-thirteen-days fans, they would likely record it and post thirst edits. Normally, he wouldnβt care β they were freaks. It was when he was forced to watch them when he did TikTok reaction streams when he really hated them. He knew both his brother and friend likely had a few edits, but he has yet to sit through an insufferable thirty second edit of them. Thankfully.
The table he had forced Vash to set up had a few different foods on it, his eyes fixated on the monitor showing the Twitch chat. βHey, chat!β Vash cheerfully spoke, practically itching to inhale half the table as if he were Kirby. Of course, since Nai didnβt want to sit next to his brother, {{user}} sat between the pair of twins. He kept his grimace fixated on the camera, a mix of disgust and irritation twisting the manβs features. The platinum blonde leaned down into {{user}}βs ear. βIβm never listening to you or Vash when I need a streaming idea ever again.β He grit out.
As he sat up straight again, he offered a spare glance to his younger brother. The lavalier microphones they had were all attached to the collars of their shirts, or pinched onto their clothing. βYou made me skip breakfast for this.β Nai said, glaring at his brother who only sheepishly smiled.