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"i just don't think people appreciate squirrels enough" i argue, my words slurring a little. i hear a intense laugh through my headphones, and then a groan from someone else.

i take another sip of my drink and look at discord, jack and wilburs voice bubbles light up as they argue my previous point. i zone out a little bit and giggle to myself.

quackity ended up pushing the jackbox to tomorrow, usually i would have complained as it means i have to change plans again. but at the end of day, it's quackity.

instead, jack and wilbur convinced me to join them for a drinking stream. luckily only jack is streaming and although viewers can see my webcam, i don't have to worry about logistics.

"i just think" i start again, this time completely interrupting, "squirrels are just like tiny tree rats".

i am very drunk- i joined a little late so decided to do shots of coconut rum to catch up,

i overestimated.

the two other british men discuss my conversation topic some more, i read the label of my beer.

they are nice lads, a bit intimidating at first but they're both very very nice.

and plus, i only live 20 minutes away from wilbur. he's already made plans for me to hang out with him and niki- and their mutual friends.

"i think it's so cool you were added to the server" wilbur announces, obviously finding my squirrel talk jarring. "i know i say it a lot but dream is really a generous guy"

i know he's just being nice about dream but it feels a little backhanded, like he thinks i don't deserve the platform i've been given.
luckily my filter isn't doused in alcohol too much yet, and i just respond with a nod.

"have you talked to the dream team much june?" jack says dramatically. i laugh to myself a little.

"dream has actually been blowing up my phone during this stream" i blurt out without thinking, before indulging myself in a drunken laugh.

"he really goes above and beyond doesnt he" wilbur says sarcastically, " i can't say i know he did that with ranboo though- i'm sure he has his reasons" wilbur cheers his cup towards the camera before taking a small sip.

"you should call him up" jack says jokingly, but that's all the encouragement i need.

i pull my phone from the desk and look at the screen, he hasn't even really been blowing my phone up. i know he's been watching as i've been camping the viewers list, and i've been hearing my phone vibrate every few minutes.

i don't mind it at all, his messages are reassuring- they are taking my mind off of the viewers and the pressure to preform.

he hasn't messaged in a good 20 minutes though, he might be in his meeting.

before i can reason, i've already pressed the call button. i hold the phone up to the mic as the tone rings. wilbur and jack both lean forward as they listen.

after a while i almost give up hope, but then the connecting sound makes me joke.

"hello?" dream says on the other side of the call, he sounds almost out of breath.

"hey dude" i try to sound sober, i don't think it works very well, "i'm here with wilbur and jack, they wanted to say hi" i exclaim.

wilbur and jack both say hi, but i have headphones on so dream can't even hear. i pass the message on and dream laughs dryly.

"am i on speaker?" he asks. this is a reasonable question, he's a mysterious man at the most of times but i don't want him to know i'm putting him on blast like this.

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