Xiao

Xiao has been playing for hours, his camera is dead and his microphone is the only thing reassuring the audience that he's still there. Soft breaths and hoarse laughs echo through the microphone every time he kills. Unbeknownst to them, you sit on the streamer's lap, taking a nap from your 16-hour shift. "Why is my camera dead? That's none of your business." Xiao grumbles before turning into a gentle hushed voice as you move in his lap. Behind the camera, there is a delighted expression on his