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Pursing her lips together and dropping the controller onto the floor, the brunette lays down on her stomach as she practically whines, “But I’m bored.” the brunette says, her voice muffled as she crossed her arms to cushion her head. Peeking at the male through her arms, Soyou pokes Sehun’s foot as she says, “Wanna finish up both of our characters?” The brunette had never been known for her patience, and that was very much showing now. “I’m sorry. You know short my attention span is.” the model says as she turns, most of her long hair in her face now as she stared up the ceiling.

If it was anyone other than Soyou pulling this tantrum then Sehun would have reacted with much less tolerance; perhaps whining in return about how they never stick anything out that benefits him. But this isn’t anyone else and he’s already well aware of the impatience his friend possesses—so much so that he reacts cooly, pressing pause on the game and putting his controller aside with a light sigh. “Well, what do you propose we do instead? There’s no point putting off the ending of this game if we’re just going to sit on the floor and complain about being bored.” He states, leaning back on his arms, legs unfolding to stretch for the first time in just under an hour.

“Dude” Andy imitates the other before scrunching up his nose. “It’s cute why so touchy–?” He gently reaches over the pat the other’s belly. A snicker escapes him at the other’s words. “How is that getting any excercise at all? You stay in one spot. You gotta move around more like I do.” The young man wasted no time in jumping around a bit in his spot before playfully punching the other’s arm, not hard enough to actually hurt or bruise. He followed after the other with a light hum. “Ohoho I’ll gladly take that Nasi Goreng off your hands my good man.” He leans onto the counter rubbing his chin in thought. “Yes the Nasi Goreng will do just fine.”

Andy’s confirmation propels him into sluggishly moving through the steps of reviving last night’s dinner, a subtle shivy of his shoulders serving as the only giveaway of his happiness for the decision made. Tom Yum was destined to be Sehun’s from the beginning, and he’s glad Andy didn’t step in the way of his destiny or else copious amounts of whining, bargaining, and pleading would have occurred. “I do move around!” He shoots back, carelessly shoving a bowl into the microwave as he speaks. “Did you miss the fact that I practically carried my entire team last time we were in the arena? Sometimes Hunnie likes to get a little lazy, take a break, shoot some losers from a vantage point… Does that make me a slob? Maybe—but at least I’m a cute slob.” His brief moment of irritability seems to have dissipated already—perhaps after compliments for him had been uttered by someone other than the boy himself for once. The prior emotion is dismissed with a wave of his hand, grin widening after inklings had begun to show at the mention of hitting his friends with paint bullets.

{ text  → jabba } yo but that’s kind of cool { text  → jabba } you could tell a girl you have the hulk in your pants and when you pull them down you won’t technically be lying  { text  → jabba } i’m the biggest disturbance like i’ll fuck everything up bro  { text  → jabba } nah i’m jk take me with you TT__TT i promise i won’t try to pick people up in the bathroom

Sohee laughs at his rather exuberant reaction to her comment.  This wasn’t the first time she had said it nor the first time she had gotten such a reaction from others.  She knows it sounds crazy when she says it aloud.  She never quite means it in the sense that other people get however, but she always allows them their moment of surprise and discussion before giving her explanation.  “I don’t mean it in that I don’t know what I’m doing really.  It’s just that everyone is always coming up with these cool new ideas, even in my genre and I’m still sticking with the methods I’ve been using for years.  I mean they work, but I also don’t want to be stagnant, I want to keep evolving and being a YouTuber that others can look up to and admire.”  She laughs and shakes her head a little.  “I feel like everyone in this community is friends.  In one way or another, after all we do work together.” She appreciated Sehun’s rambling; it was enough for her to stop apologizing for it again.  “You should see me when I’m shooting a video it’s so terrible to edit. And I talk to myself too—that probably doesn’t help any.  My roommate is a saint.”  As well as being an outstanding dancer.  

“I think that the fact you’re so aware of what you want from yourself only means that you’ll be evolving in no time—faster than a bug Pokemon, and most of them are fully evolved by level ten, so…” Sehun replies with the casual rise of his shoulders. The boy has always been notorious for his inability to give decent advice—words, sentences, entire rants would die on his tongue before he could even say ‘So how does that make you feel?’ This instance with Sohee was no different; he’d started out strong, offering a compliment but soon fell prey to his own pop culture references. He runs a hand through the back of his hair, a sheepish smile on offer—that is until his attention is captured by something far more interesting than any embarrassed apologies he could muster. “So I’m not the only one that makes noises when they edit!” All the times he’s been informed of his oddities by his flatmate when all this long there were others out there just like him; it’s enough to plaster a grin across his lips. “I groan and whine and moan… So much. It sounds like a mixture between a Super Sweet 16 and a zombie apocalypse when I’m up all night editing.” To illustrate, Sehun sticks his arms out straight, allowing his hands to dangle limply as he emits a bizarre noise caught somewhere between a temper tantrum and the zombie cast of The Walking Dead. He straightens up within a matter of seconds however, dusting imaginary dirt from his clothes as a method to quell his embarrassment before he’s ready to continue speaking. “Your roommate sounds awesome, I’m just lucky that mine works during the night or else he’d have my head. I guess most of that has changed though, because I have the bonus of hiring people to edit my videos these days, or rather, BuzzFeed’s—I still have to edit my personal ones and a few BuzzFeed uploads, but the number’s a lot less than back when I was posting three videos a day.” He grits his teeth; shaking his head wildly in a large display of distaste directed at his former self for the hours spent indoors editing until the early morning.