you’ve been overworking yourself writing a song, even though it’s pretty much Puff’s job. Now you were on the desk, working your ass off writing lyrics for the song.

your palms were sweaty, you looked exhausted, you were pretty much about to be out for the count. But while you were working, Axel slid beside you.

“You want uhh..a coffee break or something?” he asked, scratching his head.