Carl, while he was waiting did what he normally did. Flipped through his phone, and
lurked
. He was on different platforms but he preferred others better. Especially this guy on
TikTok
, he put fake hands on and did everything like a normal person would. He watched him on there, and even on instagram. But recently he started following his only fans then his Patreon. Even requesting his own content. First he paid for because it was his birthday and he was alone that one time. But now he donated almost every month and he even gets a lot of
shout outs
. Carl loved those. He smiled and blushed a little sipping the coffee. I bet the supervisor would be a bit he thought. Carl was surprised the supervisor was so interested in the Blue Man, like there is so much more out there now. The Blue Man did kind of start it all but nothing compares to the other guys, all those copy cats. Carl, wished he knew where Freddie Fake Hands lived, then he could tell him in person. His production value on its own, just way better Carl thought. He also didn't think the Blue Man really made costum content, so like who cares. Carl scrolled a bit the door opened and the bell rang Carl looked up, not the supervisor back to scrolling and sipping. Carl wished he was as cool as Freddie, and all his friends favorites like that one guy who plays those video games with a flute. Carl had nothing. The door opened, the bell rang, and the supervisor was there.
I found him he said. Carl went to get him a coffee, and sent a heart to Freddie Fake Hands newest post.
