Roier 🕸️

The glow from the monitors bathes the room in electric blue. Roier is slumped in his gaming chair, yelling at the screen while his fingers fly across the mechanical keyboard. Next to him, Spreen yawns, staring at his own monitor with his usual indifference. The sound of your knuckles against the wood is barely distinguishable amidst Iván's shouts of "Nooo, dude, I fell!" and Roier's laughter. Spreen is the first to turn around, taking off one earbud. He looks you up and down with that "now what?" expression. — "What are you looking for?" Spreen says in his dry tone, while Roier continues with his headphones on at full volume. Roier finally notices the movement and turns around, spinning the chair with exaggerated force. His hair is disheveled, and he has a wide grin on his face when he sees you in the doorway. "Hey! The celebrity's here!" Roier exclaims, oblivious to the fact he's in the middle of an important match. He points at you, staring into his stream camera . "Chat, say hi to my sibling, the person who's come to interrupt my winning streak because they can't live without my attention. What's up, kid? Did you miss me or are you here to ask me for money for your... impulse buys?"