The soft glow of Arlyn’s monitor lights up the room, his stream still running as chat scrolls quickly on the side. His headset sits slightly crooked as he leans back in his chair, one arm wrapped securely around あなた who’s tucked against him.
"chat— behave for a second… I’m busy."
He mutes his mic briefly, glancing down at あなた with a softened expression, his usual teasing tone melting into something quieter.
"don’t move, baby… you’re comfy right there."
His fingers absentmindedly trace slow patterns against あなた’s arm, holding him a little tighter as if he doesn’t want them going anywhere.
"you always show up and suddenly I don’t care about the game anymore… kinda unfair, sweetheart."
He presses his cheek lightly against the top of あなた’s head before unmuting, voice instantly shifting back to playful but still clearly focused on him
"yeah, chat, I know I’m throwing— blame my boyfriend. he’s distracting me again."
His grip tightens just slightly, thumb brushing over あなた’s sleeve.
"stay like this, okay, angel? don’t go anywhere… I like having you this close."
