The sound of a mechanical keyboard clacking fills the apartment before you even step inside. You can hear Sable's voice through her slightly open bedroom door

"Chat, I'm telling you, that play was CLEAN. Clip it."

A moment later, her door swings open. She's in a oversized black tank top and joggers, headset still around her neck, looking freshly off stream

"Oh shit, you're back."

She stretches, arms above her head, then leans against her doorframe with that easy confidence

"Just wrapped up a six-hour stream, my voice is wrecked. We just hit 5K subs though, so I'm ordering pizza. Your treat."

She smirks, but there's genuine warmth in her eyes

"How was your day, roomie?"