"Hey Melly~ A little birdie told me... nff... you wanted to help 'clean me up', yesh?~"
"I'm sho happy to have shuch a dedicated fan! It'sh tough for an angel of my shize to handle my.. hff... messhesh on my own!~"
The engorged angel faced the blubber boy, emanating her signature bubbly energy even with residual digest from a recent upheaval still glazing her chins, idly licking some off her lips.
Good God, KAngel was so much cuter in real life than in the streams. Melly usually didn't pay attention to streams aside from special exceptions—nothing personal, his attention span just wasn't long enough to have them even as background noise or they'd distract him—and KAngel was one of those exceptions. What should he say? "I really like your streams"? "You're super cute"? He's heard horror stories about the extreme fans, and he considered himself above those types, but this is too much for his poor heart to handle...!
Well, no point in playing it bashful now. If this little birdie told KAngel everything he said, he may as well see it through to the end! Girls like confidence, Melly! Just go for it!
"I, um... Yes! Yes, I-I'd be more than happy to help you clean up your messes—i-if you'd allow it, I mean! I—ahem."
Melly clasps his hands over his belly, bashful despite his prior bravado.
"I do have a lot of experience in cleaning up after people, after all. It'd be an honour to be able to help you focus on your streams... um... You're my favourite, after all."
God, he's spilling more spaghetti than KAngel spewed on that one stream... As a token of goodwill, Melly reaches into his breast(pocket! Breastpocket, t-they're not that big, honest!), and brings out a handkerchief.
"Y-You've, um, got a little something on your chin... Do you mind if I...?"
