"dr00zkid, thank you for the sub!" Ethan said,eyeing the notification that came on the screen.
"16 months! Thanks for the dedication, man," David chimed in next to Ethan.
After a long day of gaming on stream, both friendswere now relaxing, chatting casually with the chat.Occasional bursts of lightning, followed by rollingthunder, could be seen and heard from their studio'swindows. If anything, it helped set the mood forthis last part of the stream, and the two guys had nothing to complain about.
Glancing at the chat, David read out a comment."What are you guys' workout routine?" followed aptly placed emotes.
Ethan and David glanced at each other, looking at the empty snack bags and energy drinkslaying around their setup, mostly unseen but still somewhat visible to the stream. They laughed and jokingly flexed to the camera.
"Oh, you know, gym day every day, protein, all that good stuff," Ethan answered with a grin.
"Yeah, not to turn this stream into a workout lessonwith our great expertise in the matter, but it's allabout building mass and bulking up," David laughedas he lifted his shirt and patted his soft paunch.
Immediately, the chat filled with more emotes and comments in the likes of "David getting CHONKY," "THICCC boi,"and "Ethan should take a ride on the David bulk train. For indeed, it was a running jokebetween them, and in the chat, that the pair wasa "slim 'n chunk" duo, Ethan a stick of a man, bonybody barely hidden by somewhat tight clothes,David pretty chubby, almost fat, evidence of hislong-time habit of sitting around gaming withsnacks.
The nearly thousand-strong viewership was still flooding the chat with pokes and jabs at their respective bodies and weight, all in lighthearted good humor, which the pair took with grace. They were used to this banter, in fact, and encouraged it to keep the chat going.
"But real talk," David began, "some people just have lucky genes on their side. It's not like Ethan hereexercises or eats any more than I do."
"Yeah, you wish, chonker."
"I'm serious. Chat back me up here. It's all about your metabolism, right? You're like a, uh, a lemur or some shit, burning up everything you eat and always in a frenzy."
"Sure, sure, keep telling yourself that. Then what does that make you someone with the metabolism of uh. what, a hippo?"
"You betcha, just laying around keeping cool," Davidlaughed.
Lightning flashed, and the lights in the studioflickered a bit.
"Oh, looks like power might go out anytime soon now chat," Ethan began, "if you have any gift subsyou want to give out before it's too late, now's yourchance!" he joked.
"But chat, let's get real. Fat does not equal ugly,right?" David continued. "Everyone carries weightdifferently. Take lemur boy here, for example. He could afford to put on a few pounds. Hell, l think he'deven look better with a bit of chub."
Ethan rolled his eyes at the comment.
"I'm serious, dude! Here, chat, what do you think?Do you think Ethan, a scrawny little boy here, would look good if he were fat?"
Ethan opened his mouth to make some jokes in replybut a great thunderous roar erupted at the same time as a blinding flash before all lights turned off at once-in-a-lifetimesothat
"Fuck!" David muttered as he blinked the glare awayfrom his eyes and stared at the black screen of theirshared computer. "The stream, it-"
And just like that, power turned back on with abuzz of electricity, reawakening the lights and thefamiliar noises of the unit. Ethan quickly reopenedthe computer while David opened up the stream onhis phone.
