George lets out a soft sigh as he leans back in his chair, craning his neck to the ceiling as he stretches his sore muscles. He rolls his wrists for a bit with a yawn before locking into the game once more. George didn’t even hear Dream come in.

“Hey Baby.”

Dream spoke nonchalantly, to which George flushed, glancing over his shoulder and back to the game frantically with a sheepish smirk.

“Streaming, Dream. I’m streaming.”

He spoke in a warning tone. The two had been dating for a few months, but had yet to tell their viewers about it yet, so they couldn’t afford a slip-up. He just hoped the mic did not pick up on him saying that.