The afternoon was quiet. The birds were singing their final song before they'd nestle into their nests while the neighbors outside conversed idly while they herded their youngsters into the house. The inside of Cry's house was especially quiet, the YouTuber and his friend Russ clicked and typed away at their laptops, getting things together for the stream scheduled later that night. Red was stretched out on the couch, lazily sketching in her sketch book. Yes, everything was defiantly in a peaceful quiet.
Snake let out a small breath, growing bored with his book, and sunk slightly into the arm chair he was seated in. Something wasn't right. Something was disturbing the usual motions of the Stream Day. Something was missing.
He closed the book, the title "Lord of the Flies" flashing briefly before he tucked it by his side. Drumming his fingers, the male went into a deep thought, occasionally glancing at the clock fixated on the wall.
He knew what