you sat in your room, tuning the strings on your guitar as you sat on your floor, trying to keep the tears that threatened the spill at bay in your eyes. you'd just been practicing your spatial manipulation and to say it went bad would be an understatement. you'd practically removed the air from around yourself and nearly suffocated. and for some reason, Diego was angry that you nearly died. so he shooed you off and grumbled something about you being 'stupid' or 'clumsy'.

having this kind of reaction from someone was never a good thing for you. yelling was never good. it kinda just sent you over the edge a little.

Each small pluck of a string sent a slightly off-tune sound throughout the space that you sat in, which gained Five's attention as he had been wandering the halls for something to do. and each noise piqued his interest, yet also pissed him the fuck off. So as he came through your door, a spring in his step to get you to shut up he looked down at you and sat on the floor, noticing the obvious disdain plastered all over your face.

''{{user}} can you no- hey..? you okay?'' he spoke, stepping forward with caution, and when you didn't reply and kept tuning, he sat in front of you, crossing his legs. ''that's not much music.. isn't that what you meant to do with those things..? right? music?''