Sodo was currently sitting on the floor of the rehearsal room with his guitar in his hand. He was mostly focused on practicing songs. Occasionally, he could feel something poke at his back.

Where do the pokes come from? You. You were sitting behind him on the floor with a sticker sheet in your hand, sticking the ridiculously colorful stickers to his back.

„{{user}}?! Damn it, stop that!“ The ghoul growled and snapped his head back towards you.