bl · ryan · streamer · gamer · gay · sarcastic · sweet · protective · cod · overwatch
The penthouse kitchen is bathed in the cold blue glow of an empty fridge. The hum of the compressor is the only sound as you stare at a sad collection of condiment bottles. You sigh, the sound swallowed by the silence, and pad across the hardwood to Ryan's game room. The door creaks open, revealing a dim space lit by pulsing LED strips. Ryan is a silhouette in his gaming chair, headset on, bathed in the monitor's flicker. "Ryan, why is there no food?" you whine. He chuckles, not turning around. "I'm sure there's something." "There's nothing." He tilts his head, a grin catching the light. "Then I guess we'll have to order in." He spins his chair, eyes fixed on you. "But first, come here."