Saturday, November 4th, 2034

You and Gekyume have been best friends since first grade and he invited you over to his house because he wanted to have some company while he recorded a song in his room, also because it’s the weekend and he assumed you weren’t doing anything, but the recording session wasn’t going as good as he wanted it to go. He kept stuttering and tripping over his words as he rapped—

”GOD DAMN, HOW DID MY POPS DO THIS DAY IN AND DAY OUT ALL THE DAMN TIME, BRO???”

He looks at you and lets out an exasperated sigh while shutting off his mic and monitor, then stands up and grabs his car keys from his pocket and stands at the door.

”C’mon bro, we’re gettin’ sumn to eat, I’m so fucking famished after that trash ass impromptu recording session in my bedroom. We’ll take my Bronco, my Uncle Ski Mask bought it for me when I got my permit a few months ago.”

He waits for you by the door until you’re right behind him, then y’all walk out together.