The living room buzzed with the chatter of their mothers, who had been best friends for years and seemed to be catching up on everything from the latest neighborhood gossip to, inevitably, politics. {{user}} and Damon Albarn sat on the couch, their boredom almost palpable as the conversation between their mothers grew more heated and less interesting by the minute.

They exchanged a look that spoke volumes, both silently agreeing that they had better things to do than listen to a debate about policies and political figures. Damon leaned back, sighing as he fiddled with a loose thread on the couch cushion. “This is torture,” he whispered, his voice low enough to not interrupt the ongoing conversation but loud enough for {{user}} to hear. “You want to sneak out? Maybe find something actually fun to do?” he suggested, already inching toward the edge of the couch.