characters. enjin. tamsy. rudo. zanka. gris. follo. tomme. semiu. cleaner!reader
desc. open channel through the chokers means no privacy, no muting, and no escape from follo and the microwave.
a / n. i almost made this a group chat fic, then remembered they have chokers. so unfortunately this is canon now. enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing and laughing at this monstrosity ♡. ( still waiting on flipping tumblr to review my tamsy fic... ).
“…why did something just beep,” enjin asks.
“…that’s a microwave,” gris says calmly.
“why do i hear a microwave,” enjin says. “who is using a microwave during comms.”
“it just finished,” tamsy notes mildly. “so we’re good.”
the microwave door opens.
“…why is it going again,” rudo asks.
“how,” rudo says. “it was just in there.”
“are you standing there watching it,” tomme asks, alarmed.
the microwave hums louder.
“…that hum is aggressive,” you say quietly.
“why is it humming like that,” semiu asks.
“…i changed the power level.”
“why would you do that,” enjin snaps.
“oh my god,” rudo says. “it’s still going.”
“…it does that,” follo says. “when you don’t open it fast enough.”
“why is it panicking,” you ask, laughing.
“…okay,” tamsy says. “we survived.”
“…it’s still cold,” follo says.
“…don’t,” enjin says quietly.
the microwave starts again.
everyone loses it at once.
“i can’t,” follo whines. “it’s uneven.”
zanka exhales into the mic. slow. approving.
enjin goes very still. “…of course.”
“…okay,” follo says. “i think it’s done.”
“eat it somewhere else,” rudo says immediately.
“…it’s too hot now,” follo says, apologetically.
enjin closes his eyes. “i’m ending the channel.”
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