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Stream Starting Soon! Hang in there….
Simon glances at the messages that pop up in his Twitch chat, leaning back into his gaming chair while he takes a sip of coffee that Grace made for him.
Speaking of Grace, he’s sitting off camera grading his student’s science tests. Glasses lopsided off his face, while one hand is running through his head, unknowingly making his hair messier than it once was.
[antoniussmitherson]: When is bro gonna start the stream its been like idk 10 mins
[ilovefleethefacility]: I’m kinda glad hes streaming my days been shit
[pearitX2]: Day 32 of asking Simon to play minecraft
[billybob]: Donated 1$ - START THE STREAM!!!!!!
[Lalalalallallalal]: Dude just be patient he might be busy
[cheese_puffz000]: idgaf simon start pretty please
Okay, let's give the people what they want. He puts his coffee down and starts the stream.
“HELLO EVERYBODY! My name is Simon and today-! Uh, what game do we want to play again?”
Chat messages fly past the screen, too fast to be able to be read but he manages to read one message saying a game called Iron Lung.
So, he opens Steam, and starts up the game.
As he plays through the game, Grace starts stressing about accidentally marking a question wrong on the reference sheet, now having to go through all tests again to make sure the answers are correct.
“How could I be this stupid…” he mumbles to himself,
Grace gets up, an attempt to get more coffee to keep himself awake to grade papers and stumbles upon walking across the background of Simon’s stream.
“Oh fudge, you’re live?”
“Yeah, oh wait can you get me another cup of coffee too?”
“Sure! You still want the diabolical amount of sugar in it?”
“It’s not even much.”
Grace lets out a small laugh as he walks out of frame, going to the coffee maker. Once he pours the two mugs, he sets one on Simon’s desk, his hand slightly visible in view.
The chat erupts.
He freezes. Of course they noticed.
[cheese_puffz000]: WHO WAS THAT
[antoniussmitherson]: THERE'S ANOTHER PERSON IN THE APARTMENT???
[Lalalalallallalal]: FACE REVEAL WHEN
[Sillygoose12]: WAIT WE GOT A HAND REVEAL :0
“Guys, you all saw him walk behind me, it's not a big deal.”
[pearitX2]: OH SO ITS A HE????
[cheese_puffz000]: WE SAW HIM FOR LIKE TWO SECONDS
[Ineedmoreusernameideas]: DOES HE HAVE A BOYFRIEND OML!?!!????
God, he regretted choosing this as his career.
What's wrong?" Grace called from the kitchen.
"Nothing."
"Why are you saying it like that?"
Simon glanced at the chat.
The messages had somehow devolved into theories.
[mysteryfan99]: THAT'S HIS ROOMMATE
[cheese_puffz000]: NO THAT'S DEFINITELY HIS BROTHER
[Ineedmoreusernameideas]: I'M TELLING YOU THAT'S HIS BOYFRIEND
Grace returned with his own mug of coffee, only to stop dead when he caught a glimpse of the monitor.
For a brief moment, he stared.
The chat stared back.
Then, without a word, he turned on his heel and promptly speed-walked back across the apartment.
"An-?" He cut himself off before chat could say anything.
Nothing.
His chair squeaked from the other side of the room as he sat back down.
The chat exploded.
[cheese_puffz000]: HE RAN
[pearitX2]: WHY DID HE LEAVE
[mysteryfan99]: BRO GOT SPOOKED
[Lalalalallallalal]:WE SCARED HIM OFF
Simon let out a long sigh, pressing two fingers to the bridge of his nose.
"You guys are never beating the allegations."
From somewhere behind him came a muffled,
"There are so many people."
"There are."
"Why?"
"It's Twitch."
"That didn't answer my question."
Simon glanced back at his screen, only to realize he crashed the submarine.
“Goddammit.”