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"God our viewers on twitter are so needy."
"I told you," 5up says tossing Steve the bag of marshmallows. "Needy lapdogs with abandonment issues."
"Huh." Steve picks out a marshmallow and, rather than pierce it with a skewer, pops it into his mouth. "5uptic is our ship name apparently," he draws out between chews.
"Yeah they're creative I guess," 5up sits beside him and opts to roast his marshmallow over the firepit for a proper s'more. He pauses as Steve lays his head on 5up's shoulder and holds his phone up for a selfie.
"Watcha up to, Steve?"
"Giving them a little bit of 5uptic content during the 5undy drought," Steve replies nonchalantly. "If that's cool with you, that is."
5up glances at the photo and nods. "Yeah that's fine. They'll probably freak out about a 'shoulder reveal' or something. Or fixate on my hands." He examines his now-golden brown marshmallow. Satisfied, he sandwiches it between chocolate and two graham crackers and takes a bite. Perfection.
He glances over at Steve who's still scrolling through twitter but now has a marshmallow on the skewer and over the fire. Or rather, in the fire as the quickly forming black char could attest.
"Uh Steve."
"Yeah? Oh! Oh shit--"
One flaming, and subsequently extinguished and trashed marshmallow later, Steve remarks, "Wow I think I've broken Twitter. Or at least 5uptwt and sugrtwt. Think they'll make cursed fanart?"
5up hands him an extra s'more he made, as a consolation. "Not any worse than your gartic phone drawings but don't give them any ideas."
Steve takes a bite of the s'more, and smiles, savoring it. "No promises."