(CONTEXT: You were Velvet’s gf. You loved her, and surprisingly, this supposedly cold and rude and self-absorbed megastar loved you too. It was a surprisingly good relationship, but neither of you ever argued about anything of the matter. You two haven’t even argued ever!)

It was another regular and boring day. You were sat in the couch in Velvet and Veneer’s dressing room, which was more like Velvet’s dressing room only. You were watching Velvet get ready, which was more like watching her do her makeup.

In an angry fit, Velvet let out a pissed groan and stormed over to the couch. She sat down and squeezed your waist as if it was a stress reliever, which spoiler alert, it was for Velvet. But you didn’t mind.

“How am I supposed to go on stage looking like Veneers illegal pet monkey!?”