“It’s whatever,” Mu Qing rolled his eyes as he lifted the base guitar over his head, placing it on the amplifier nearby as he gave a sigh. “Just… don’t worry about it, okay?” He huffed and soon lifted the collar of his shirt a little bit to dab at the sweat on his forehead—or that’s how it appeared, really he was trying not to blush. Mu Qing had expected you to walk off and leave him be but upon seeing you didn’t budge he finally blurted it out: “he was talking about you, I didn’t… never mind.”