Daisy Chains || Ranboo (SLOW UPDATES)

40 || Amie

The messages in the chat come faster and faster, and Amie shuts off her phone so it doesn't die again, and so that no messages from family come through to distract them.

"So, yeah, uh, we're going to go now," Toby runs out the door, Tom following close behind. "Your stream now," he calls over his shoulder.

Reese is grinning so much it must hurt, but only she can see his eyes behind the mask. "Should we turn on donations?" Amie nods, letting him ask the mods to help. Immediately text-to-speech messages come through the speakers, which she moves to turn down.

User1 donated $3 for text-to-speech: if you're answering questions will you finally explain Twitter?

Reese looks over at her. "Um."

"I was out with a friend for lunch, chat. Maybe we can stop spreading rumors about me, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't continue to use those pictures for edits or profiles or whatever." Amie looks to Reese and then back at the camera, then asks the chat a question to diffuse the air. "So do we just want to answer questions, or should we actually bake?" The majority of the chat seems to say that they should answer questions, but eventually they were going to bake anyway. "Questions, it is."

"Is this a good idea? I wanted cookies." Reese asks her with a laugh, gesturing at the counters piled with bags of flour, sugar, and everything else. "Maybe we should just make cookies."

She shakes her head, also laughing. "Eh, we'll talk and make cookies."

User2 donated $3 for text-to-speech: lmaooo how didn't we know

"How didn't you?" Reese answers sarcastically. "We were pretty obvious, weren't we?" Amie agrees, looking through the cabinets for a bowl. "They're over there, by the way."

"How long have you lived here, again? I don't even know my house this well." Before they can make a bit out of the banter, someone donates and asks where Amie got her jeans. "Some thrift shop where I live, I think. I could tweet the brand later, but for obvious reasons I cannot check right now."

User3: HAHAAAHA

User4: this is why she wasn't on his stream the other day?

User5: I feel kinda dumb ngl I should've known she was here lol

User6: lmao cLeArLy you can't check the brand

Amie pushes Reese with her shoulder again. "How do you make media-share work?"

"No, I honestly don't think we can deal with that today. We can do that tomorrow?" He shakes his head and looks down at her. She shrugs.

"I would complain more but the tall boy has pretty privilege, so I'll let it go," she says to the chat, looking at the camera. Amie hears Toby laugh from the other room, where he's probably watching the stream on the PC setup with Tom.

User7: comedy genius

User8: still being sus if you ask me

User9: what's going on

User10: they're being weirdddddd

"We're not being weird," Amie denies, seeing the one message as Reese starts measuring flour. "We're just weird people."

Reese looks at her skeptically. "You're weird, I don't know about me."

"Well if you think I'm weird, you're weird."

"If we start this it's never going to end." He accidentally adds an extra cup of flour as Amie grabs his hand and scoops more flour into the bowl. "Do you want cookies, or not?"

She considers it, then takes the measuring cup and scoops the extra flour back into the bag. "I do, in fact, want cookies." Amie glances at the chat. "Why are we using American measurements? Because we're American, chat, which in essence means we will fuck everything up if we don't get it our way."

Reese laughs. "That was incredibly out of pocket, where'd you come up with that?"

"I had a lot of free time on the plane?" She reconsiders.Yes, most things are a trick question, but usually she's the one making the trick questions. "Maybe I'm just better at making jokes than you."

User11 donated $3 for text-to-speech: Amie and ranboo! Your thoughts on fan fiction and shipping with people?

Reese tilts his head, probably making a face under the mask and glasses. "Hm."

"Uh, I guess you can write fan fiction as long as you're not weird about it," Amie shrugs. "I'm on the asexual spectrum, which in my case means that I could go my entire life without having or wanting sex, so i guess I'd find it pretty gross if you wrote that."

"Well, that makes two of us who're ace," Reese says unexpectedly. "I'm eighteen, by the way, but you guys know she's still seventeen. What about shipping stuff, Amie? I don't care." Amie tries to look through the glasses inconspicuously, seeing in his darkened expression that he does in fact care a little bit.

"Chat, who would you be shipping me with?" She looks at the camera skeptically.

User12: ranboo tbh

User13: oh I don't know, probably ranboo /sar

User14: I think you know who we ship

User15: try and guess lmao

Amie glances at him again to see the smallest nod. "Eh, I think we're fine with being shipped together, but again, don't be weird because that's not good."

"Okay. Now let's actually make cookies," Reese jokes, looking slightly relieved.

She smiles. "That might be a good idea."