/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

Your phone's alarm vibrates. It's hot. The AC doesn't really help. Snuffy is still on her computer yapping in her office as the sunshine beams through an exposed side of the curtain. Kimchi and Reeses are laying together splayed all over your chest.

After about 15 minutes you manage to push them off when they become tired of your pats. You avoid taking a shower, and put on your under clothes. Your singlet, socks and boxers are practically soaked soon after, sticking to your skin.

You go downstairs to feed your snake Little Guy as the kettle boils. You go outside for your morning coffee and cigarette, zoning out to the morning sky. You hear the back door unlock...

Snuffy almost falls through the door.
"Hey Babe!"
She is just as dishevelled as you. Her hair all tangled, wearing only one of your roughly cut, baggy band muscle shirts.

Snuffy *plops* down on your lap and tells you about all the retro TV she watched on sleam with a massive smile on her face, occasionally spitting while talking in excitement.

You just listen, running your fingers through Snuffy's hair as she bounces around. There is still some sick leave time. It might be time to use that to spend all day watching weird, retro British cartons.