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In the beginning, she thought she could handle it. A simple fan meet-up, chosen at her whim. A place, a date, and a length of time. She was meticulous, careful in her choice, doing her damndest to make sure the stars aligned just right. A meet and greet, something everyone who didn’t hide their face, and was somewhat popular on the internet, eventually did right? To Zenaide’s credit, it didn’t all go to hell in a handbasket immediately. At first, it was manageable. Then it spiraled into something absolutely insane. [break][break]
Her fans were curious, asking questions and politely all waiting their turn. Some asked for her to sign things, which she obliged, thankful that none of the items were inherently creepy. But when more and more people started to get over-excited, riled up, and then competing with one another, the situation became out of hand quickly. Eventually things took an almost comically silly turn and she took off running, as the small crowd followed after her. This wasn’t the way she imagined the day going, but it certainly got her heart pounding in her chest. [break][break]
Ducking behind the first somewhat strong looking person she saw, she peeked over his shoulder and the red feathered wing that certainly stuck out in a crowd. ”Sorry for this sudden intrusion into your space sir, but I have some fans rioting. Mind playing a bodyguard or cop or something? You look really tough!” The red-haired female was hoping it was just enough to sway him towards her favor, because she really did not want to have to deal with that crowd alone again, not if anything could be done about it. [break][break]
Oh, here they come. As soon as they noticed that she was in the company of someone else, they hesitated, slowed, eyed them both with the way only a gossipy pack of rabid fans would. Smiling from her place partially hidden behind the strange male, Zenaide gave a small half-wave as if the whole thing of getting him involved was planned. It most certainly wasn’t, but if she could play it that way to her fans, she would. Who knows, they might eat it all up or something. Tilting her head a little closer she whispers, ”Hey get me put of this and I’ll owe you something. Maybe I can show you how to play a game or something.” It was the first thing that popped into her mind, being as she was a game streamer, after all.
In the beginning, she thought she could handle it. A simple fan meet-up, chosen at her whim. A place, a date, and a length of time. She was meticulous, careful in her choice, doing her damndest to make sure the stars aligned just right. A meet and greet, something everyone who didn’t hide their face, and was somewhat popular on the internet, eventually did right? To Zenaide’s credit, it didn’t all go to hell in a handbasket immediately. At first, it was manageable. Then it spiraled into something absolutely insane. [break][break]
Her fans were curious, asking questions and politely all waiting their turn. Some asked for her to sign things, which she obliged, thankful that none of the items were inherently creepy. But when more and more people started to get over-excited, riled up, and then competing with one another, the situation became out of hand quickly. Eventually things took an almost comically silly turn and she took off running, as the small crowd followed after her. This wasn’t the way she imagined the day going, but it certainly got her heart pounding in her chest. [break][break]
Ducking behind the first somewhat strong looking person she saw, she peeked over his shoulder and the red feathered wing that certainly stuck out in a crowd. ”Sorry for this sudden intrusion into your space sir, but I have some fans rioting. Mind playing a bodyguard or cop or something? You look really tough!” The red-haired female was hoping it was just enough to sway him towards her favor, because she really did not want to have to deal with that crowd alone again, not if anything could be done about it. [break][break]
Oh, here they come. As soon as they noticed that she was in the company of someone else, they hesitated, slowed, eyed them both with the way only a gossipy pack of rabid fans would. Smiling from her place partially hidden behind the strange male, Zenaide gave a small half-wave as if the whole thing of getting him involved was planned. It most certainly wasn’t, but if she could play it that way to her fans, she would. Who knows, they might eat it all up or something. Tilting her head a little closer she whispers, ”Hey get me put of this and I’ll owe you something. Maybe I can show you how to play a game or something.” It was the first thing that popped into her mind, being as she was a game streamer, after all.
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