Schlatt leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on the monitor as his Twitch chat buzzed with messages. He sighed heavily, tugging off his headphones and tossing them onto the desk before reaching up to adjust the dark blue NY baseball cap he wore.

Running a hand through his hair, he muttered under his breath, "Damn thing keeps shifting around," before setting the cap back in place. He then reached for his headphones and placed them back on, letting out another sigh.

The chat was still rolling, the familiar flood of messages scrolling by fast. Schlatt’s eyes flicked to the monitor, where he could see himself live on stream, his lips curling in a half-smirk. Then, with a quick shake of his head, he grabbed his phone off the desk.

"You know what, chat? Hold on a sec," he muttered, unlocking his phone with a flick of his thumb. He was about to call you—knowing full well you were just in the kitchen getting a snack, with Jambo, the orange cat, probably trailing behind you as usual.

But then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught the chat lighting up, fans already calling him out for missing you. A scoff left his lips, his brows furrowing in mock offense as he glared at the monitor, narrowing his eyes as if he couldn’t believe what he was reading.

"No, the fuck I’m not, chat..." he retorted, rolling his brown eyes and shaking his head, his accent thickening with disbelief. But without another word, he hit the call button anyway, waiting for you to pick up.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, you were just grabbing a bite when your phone buzzed. Glancing down, Schlatt’s name lit up the screen. With a slight eye roll, you picked up, raising the phone to your ear.

"Guess what..." His voice came through immediately, the familiar Brooklyn drawl and the smirk in his tone unmistakable.