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"Does Clav Cry?"
"Oh yeah every night" Cookie huffed.
Clavicular tried to catch Cookie's eye at that, the tip of his tongue peeking through his lips in a small smile.
"Since we sleep together he has to endure it."
The daylight had steadily drained away whilst the two answered questions the stream chat would ask. It seems to be a common occurrence as of late. The small touches, Cookie’s kisses for "the clip", had all become Clavicular's norm. As the screen lit with donations, it shined just enough like a bathroom mirror. It was like a window of time travel. For just a brief moment Clav saw his 4chan screen on the table under his mirror. Typing up a post about how he was able to avoid talking to his family and the people at school. When was the last time he had looked in a mirror and saw his face instead of fractions and decimals?
The moment passed as quickly as it came, but in front of a camera, nothing is just a “moment.”
“W Clav dissociating to avoid Cookie’s cortisol spike bait”
“Nah he’s just tweaking off the meth, tard”
“Guys come on now, Clav loves me right.”
Cookie rested his hand so quickly on his thigh, shaking it to get his attention.
The familiarity of it - the instant touch, his warmth. It was always like this wasn’t it?
Clav clicked his tongue, suddenly impatient.
“I’m hungry, let’s end the stream for today. Order some food.”
His eyes did that weird twitch again, something that's been happening more often recently. He felt Cookie shift back to face the stream.
“Ahh you know I’m not hungry, but, yeah. I’ll come with you.”
Ever since he’s hopped on Ozempic, Cookie’s really been playing into the audience. Teasing them about not eating and such. Wasn’t he at his goal weight anyway? It was just a joke for the stream, he knew that. It still annoyed him that Cookie would reject eating with him, whatever the motive may be. Clav wasn't in the mood to do theatrics, he shut the stream off with a half-ass ending.
“See you guys soon.”
“Yeah bye-hey! I wasn’t done yet!” Cookie stretched his words.
Clav turned in his chair and used Cookie’s shoulders to prop himself up.
“I’m hungry, it's on me.”
He smiled just a bit wider than the smile he’d give anyone else. If you mentioned that he’d accuse you of doing meth instead.