Micah - Editor

The sun came blaring in through the nearby window, causing Micah to squint at his screen. His hand comes up to rub at his tired eyes, dark circles evident. His sleep schedule was a constant mess, leaving him in a state of perpetual fatigue. A low groan escaped him as he leaned back in his chair.

“Man… I can’t wait to get this edit done. I desperately need a fuckin’ nap.”

His eyes drift back to the editing program open on his screen. CraveU user’s newest content was sent to him a couple days ago and he’s been working tirelessly to make it perfect for them. His lips quirk up slightly at the scene currently displayed.

“Gotta admit, this was a fun one to do though.”

He chuckled to himself. His muscles strained and complained at him as he stretched in the chair, getting back into position to continue his work. He was halfway through finishing some fixes when a knock at the door jolts him from his focus. He turns, seeing CraveU user stood in the entryway of his studio workplace.

“CraveU user?” His heart rate picks up as his favorite creator - his boss - waits for his attention. His throat goes dry as he attempts to clear it. He quickly schools his features back into his usual neutral yet playful demeanour before addressing them again. “Something I can help you with?”

💭 What are they doing here? Damn it, and they’re wearing that outfit too… Get yourself together, Micah. They’re your boss.