ZEROYALCHAOS: SO I HEAR YOU'RE A LITTLE BIT GAY?

So I Hear You're A Little Bit Gay?

ZEROYALCHAOS:  SO I HEAR YOU’RE A LITTLE BIT GAY?

It was always the first thing he heard whenever he clicked alt-tab and followed ChilledChaos into a game.

“Hey Ze. So I hear you’re a little bit gay?”

Or something just as awkwardly flirty.

Steven just rolled his eyes, tugging his headphones over his ears and fiddling with the right one a little as it irritated him, adjusting his mic so that he could reply, “Yeah. I guess that’s why we’re a gay couple.”

Chilled just laughed like he always did, changed his M16 for a Shotgun and shot an AFK dude before the round started, the blood splatter depleting when it revealed Steven was innocent. He followed close behind Chilled, nudging him every so often.

They weren’t actually a gay couple. It was just a steam joke, and one shared on the servers they went to. They didn’t have skype, they didn’t have each other’s numbers, and Steven didn’t even know what state Chilled lived in, let alone his name, age or appearance. Still, being bi-curious it kind of made Steven smile a little at the silly inside joke.

After the two of them had wandered around the map in silence together for a minute or so, Steven decided Chilled obviously wasn’t a traitor and turned around to go back the other way. His method was to pick himself out alone and then call out the traitors name while putting up a fight, hopefully identify a couple of bodies as he went so he could know who the last people were, in case he could get a drop on them. Seeing as Chilled obviously wasn’t gonna put a bullet in his head (and he would) he decided to try and find some death.

Messing with his headphones, he turned the volume up a little, not really liking it above twenty otherwise it became hard to hear himself talk. In those few seconds Chilled’s voice almost burst his eardrums when he accidently tinkered it upwards.

“Ze? Where’d you go buddy?” It had an edge of panic in it that Steven was positive was always staged.

Joking, Steven chuckled into the mic, “Oh, just left you to plant your C4 on your own.”

“Wait no! Hold on, hold on, hold on!” Chilled gushed, his words tripping over one and other in the way his voice just tendered to do as he laughed. “Hold on a fucking second, I’m not a traitor.”

“You sure Chilly-Wi- Ah!” His finger was still holding down the x button when he screamed and fired his shotgun at someone spamming him with a mac10. Although he saw blood, their health didn’t seem to decrease at all and his name soon became yellow as he died to an RDMing son of a bitch.

Now that he was dead, however, he decided to type in !menu and psay Chilled some things.

[You to ChilledChaos: Hey. Your cute.]

Chuckling, Chilled argued, “You don’t even know what I look like,” and then muttering, “So I guess you got killed then.”

[You to ChilledChaos: Maybe if we went on a date I’d see what you look like ;) ]

Chilleds tone was slightly differently when he said, “Yeah that’s never gonna happen.”

Steven’s fingers hesitated over the black plastic keys of his keyboard for a few seconds and he nibbled his bottom lip. Indecisively, he began to type.

[You to ChilledChaos: Well if you gave me your skype or your number we could at least hang out]

“Son of a bitch!” was screamed over dead chat and several other dead innocents welcomed Chilled to the afterlife before returning to deathmatch. Steven hadn’t even been paying attention to the game and began a vicious search for his dead friend’s body. “Hey, Ze?”

“Mmm,” he hummed, narrowing his eyes at his screen as he tried to find where Chilled had died.

“I’m gonna steam message you my details, okay?” Chilled asked.

Steven felt his heart skip a beat and he nervously replied, “O-Okay,” before copying Chilled’s skype details into the search when he received them and sending him a friend request. Not a minute later, it had been accepted and the phone was ringing.

There was a static crackle and then a cocky voice said, “Hey Ze. So I hear you’re a little bit gay for me.”

“Fuck you,” Steven laughed.

“Hey,” Chilled argued, “Let me at least buy you a drink first.”