.that’s what friends are for
yuzurk·:
it was nice of eric to step out of his way and come by to simply catch up with her. yuzu once again blamed her fool magics that sometimes just drew people in towards her in the most uncommon and unique ways. the streamer loved it and stopped questioning her own energy and ways long ago. as long as it kept people around her and they enjoyed her company as much as she enjoyed theirs, she’d be happy.
especially with him being equipped with beer and pizza makes yuzu all the more happy to see him hop by. “ah yeah…,” she begins, trying to figure out how to explain this one without really giving anything away. “switched jobs recently n’ now I’m holed up more in another district. I usually grab a snack there before headin’ home instead of gettin’ delivery, my bad,” the streamer apologized, rubbing the back of her neck.
“I’ll be sure t'order again more in the future, promise.” checking the cans out she gives a thumbs up back at him. “this looks just neat t'me doe. lets sit down n’ crack these babies open?”
eric’s probably not meant to make friends with the people he delivers pizza to, but somehow he ends up with regulars, often ones who ask for him by name. he’s got the old lady who lives only a few streets over from the store but doesn’t like going out after dark, then there’s the mother of three kids of elementary school age or younger who gets them a pizza as a treat once every week. but, eric’s got his own favourites as well, yuzu being one of them. he can get away with actually visiting his customers-turned-friends since he’s careful not to let his boss know. he’s probably get fired if he knew he was visiting a customer with alcohol late at night.
“not streaming anymore then?” he asks, having watched a few of her streams when he was able to catch them since learning about her streams. “i’m sure whatever you’re doing now is just as fun though, right? probably way more exciting than my jobs.” he tries not to ask too many questions, and let people offer up info to him, since he’s still unsure as to where he stands with the people he’s befriended through his jobs. he’ll offer up information about himself, but he usually won’t ask much in return.
“i’ve missed delivering to you.” he says as he breaks open the packaging of the cans and hands a can to her. “first time i tried this beer i was at a party with about a hundred other people and a guy almost threw up on me. fun times.” he says with a chuckle. “so, where are we eating this bad boy?” he asks, looking at the massive pizza box.