"Ugh," Phil groaned, his arms hung loosely by his sides,slightly brushing the frame of the kitchen chair. He threw his head back, completely leaning on his chair. His eyebrows furrowed at the plain white ceiling above him. His mind trying not to crash at the waste of time, that is editing gaming videos for his fans. He looked at his screen, a paused shot, Dan mid-scream, a very unflattering angle and his face painted with confusion and happiness at the same time, like the hatter before going mad or a birthday candle being blown on, tilted in various directions but not out yet. He put his fingers back on the keys and slouching again. He continued his job, something has to pay the wifi bill.
Phil jolted as he heard a loud thud. He turned to the noise. He saw a coffee mug placed beside him with a few fingers lingering on the handle. He eyes trailed up the dark black sleeve and up a rather pale neck to look at the face of the one and only Dan Howell. The black usually made him look like a vampire but on tour Dan was forced to go outside and he got a mild tan, he hasn't looked like this for ages. His eyes aren't surrounded by eye-bags, neither is his skin the colorless blank sheet of paper but a glowing sunshine.
"Coffee?" Dan asked, pulling out a chair. He threw himself on it, body facing Phil leaning on the table with his right arm. Phil reached for the mug. His fingertips were close to the goal, so close, but it disappeared right before him. The mug was pulled back. Phil's eyes darted up to see Dan holding the cup right beside his head. A smirk on his face as he softly shook the mug as if it a toy for a dog of some sorts.
Phil made a deep groan. He retracted his arm, folding it with the other one, making a cross on his chest. He slightly cocked his head to the side, "what now?" Phil rested his back against the chair, "is it-" his gaze met Dan's "-editing tips?"
Dan's eyes darted to the floor, a blush growing on his cheeks. The mud stopped shaking. Phil was well aware this would happen. Back in the days of their youth, in 2009, Dan was mess. Shy, anxious, embarrassed mess. Bring it up and that Dan comes back.
Phil laughed. Dan put mug on the table, his gaze still away. He mumbled some 'jerk's and 'cheating's and went on his way. Phil got back to his laptop, fingers on the keys again with a wide smile. His motivation restored.
