/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>”You’re not saying I’m weak, are you!?”
>Everyone around the kotatsu giggles at Noel’s half-hearted indignation while you take a long sip from your drink, enjoying the dry cider you were recommended.
>”No no no, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just…” You pause to try and word your explanation in a way that would actually insult the inebriated girl
>”You don’t exactly look the part.”
>The silver-haired woman squints at you, trying to judge if you had meant it to be a put down, only to be distracted by Marine lifting up one of the knight’s arms to inspect the limb
>”Hmm…” Marine pinches the skin of Noel’s bicep, the latters white sweater tied around her own waist due to the heat of the room
>”Yeah, you’re kinda lacking in ‘definition’ here, Danchou.” Marine muses, only for hands to be lightly smacked away by Noel.
>”Hey!”
>Pekora’s signature laugh rings out in the room, and even Flare chuckles behind her hand.
>”So what!? It doesn’t mean I’m not strong!” Noel cries
>”Again, I’m sure that you are, just usually when someone’s thought of as a musclebrain, they’ve got-” You put your drink down before tugging up the sleeve on one arm and flexing your bicep, proudly displaying one of the rewards your dedication to the gym has given you
>”Something like this!” You beam
>Marine raises her eyebrows, Pekora rolls her eyes, Flare turns to look at Noel’s reaction while the green-eyed girl just looks at your arm with an unreadable expression
>”Is that what this was building up to? What a show off-peko.”
>Noel just sighs before taking a long drink of her beer, a drop of condensation on the glass stein falling into the deep valley of her cleavage, something you pretend you weren’t watching
>”Puah~!....Bet I’m still stronger than you!” Noel declares, getting some bravado from her alcohol while pointing at herself with her thumb
>THAT you’re not too sure of
>”Mmmmm…I don’t know about that one.” You say, taking another drink,
>”Wanna bet!?”
>You just snort, not taking her challenge seriously
>”I don’t know what I’d be betting, but…” You trail off, thinking of the best way to determine who’s the strongest here
>Maybe it’s better we don’t find out? It’d be kind of embarrassing if the woman who’s all about muscles is weaker than the guy who just goes to the gym semi-regularly
>”Actually, Noel, maybe-”
>”WE WRESTLE!” She cuts you off, pointing at you with a determined look on her face
>Arm wrestle?
>...
>Fine
>”Ehhh fuck it, why not?” You shrug, bringing the half-empty can of booze to your lips and downing the rest
>You hear shuffling, presumably Noel properly getting into position
>”Woah! Noel, what are you-Hey!!”

>>2756127
Thank you!
Now I'm stuffed.