| [The apartment has felt strangely empty since Lumine left it. At first, Aether hadn't tried to change much of anything — had just gone on taking classes and playing video games as usual — but his solitary pile of dishes had felt too lonely to get to at the end of every day, and the room where Lumine's things used to be was just laying dormant, unused.
Some creativity came into play when he was trying to figure out what to do with it.
He didn't do anything to it that would be difficult to undo later — she's coming back, after all, in a few years if not a few months — but he turned his sister's room into a recording studio of sorts: hung up some fairy lights, set up several types of microphones, fixed a ring light behind the main camera, invested in a green screen for the occasional more elaborate production...
...And, okay, maybe his little hobby has gone a bit further than just something to pass the time with. Aether's ASMR channel is fairly successful, though, especially because of his soft, breathy voice and androgynous good looks. (Sure, good looks and good content aren't correlated, but they get people to click his thumbnails, and isn't that half the battle?) He didn't really intend to monetize the channel at first, beyond the usual very minimal advertisements, but "Can I donate to the channel?" became a common enough request that he opened up a tip jar... and then the tip jar only led to more problems for him, because those who donated would usually ask, "When are you going to do a live stream?"
Truthfully, Aether doesn't quite like the idea of being so available to his fans, but who is he to turn away the needs of an adoring public? And so, for the first time, he sits down to do his first livestream with an open chat function. Clad in a simple dark sweater that makes him look just slightly smaller than he is, cast against Lumine's periwinkle blue walls and the fairy lights he draped along the back wall, Aether makes a welcome sight for viewers seeing some relaxation in the early evening. (An appropriate time for a livestream might have been late at night around 24:00 in the morning, but Aether hadn't liked the idea of staying up all night; it's only 20:00 now.) He leans close toward one microphone, smiling as he lowers his voice to a whisper.]
Good evening...
[The uniquely breathy rasp of his voice tickles in a welcome way. He moves to the other microphone, whispering into the "right ear" of his audience.]
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