WHO WE ARE ✸ Sturniolos

II. Nutty

TW:  Allergic reaction, temporary death, hospitals, mentions of rashes / vomiting.  Stay safe! x

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"We should stream more often." Chris smiled as he veered around the kitchen island to stand in front of the tripod with his brothers.

Nick bit the inside of his cheek as he smiled back bitterly. "Maybe we could if you'd get off your lazy ass."

That warranted a forceful jab to the arm (maybe harder than Chris had anticipated), but Nick was lucky enough to have dodged in time to only be grazed. He turned to Matt for support, objecting to Chris' violent outburst, but the middle triplet just shrugged.

"Your fault."

"Whatever. You're gonna get us fucking banned with your attitude," Nick pointed an accusatory finger to Chris before leaning into the counter to read the Twitch chat on his laptop. Chris only stuck his tongue out in reply. The fans seemed amused by the drama, laughing at Chris' saltiness and Matt's indifference. They had wanted to film a completely uncut video for a while now, but their stupid century-old camera only filmed for ten minutes at a time (and Nick simply refused to get a better one for whatever reason). They decided, instead, that they should begin streaming more often in order to provide the uncut content their fans had been asking for.

Organised across the kitchen counter were various snacks from countries around the world, snacks the triplets had been fortunate enough to receive from their subscribers as gifts. Some came from the UK, Canada, France, ranging from strange sodas to extreme sour candies.

Matt had his legs crossed on top of the counter as he munched away at some strawberry laces, a snack he'd stashed away from his brothers and claimed as his own after they had tried them. He would probably complain of a stomach ache in five minutes, but that was a problem for Future Matt to handle.

"Okay! Next snack we're gonna try came from England and it was sent by Ella - thank you, Ella. It's called a Starbar! It's chocolate, I'm pretty sure, I just love the name," Nick doted with a precious beam, snapping the chocolate bar into three semi-equal parts and passing a piece to each of his brothers.

"Here, Matt," he prompted, handing him the part still in the wrapper. Matt's eyes ignited at the sight and he abandoned his strawberry laces, graciously taking the golden wrapped chocolate.

He bit into it without thinking, really. A stupid mistake on his part. All he could think about was how happy he was to be sitting there, in his kitchen at 2 AM, eating candy with his two best friends for a living. As soon as he felt the crunch against his teeth and swallowed he knew he had made a mistake. Then he smelled it.

Fuck.

"Nick?" He mumbled, mouth still half-full of the chocolate. Matt grabbed a paper plate from his side and spat the remaining candy out, trying his best to shield it from the camera. Nick was busy moving his animated hands and telling some engrossing story to the camera, but Chris was stood back, subdued, leaning against the fridge. They met eyes.

Matt and Chris had always been able to communicate without words. That was true for all three of them, really, but Chris had this special ability to know exactly what his brothers were thinking and feeling without saying a thing. Maybe he was just observant. Maybe it was some brotherly instinct. But Chris knew right then and there, as they locked eyes, that something was terribly wrong. A dark feeling sat in his gut.

"What?" He whispered, head dipped. His face was falling.

Matt's throat tightened and he lifted his hand to wrap around it, eyes wide and helpless.