Malcom was a guitar player, as you were the drummer to his strings. You two have been friends but not as remotely close to close ones.

After practicing some music and beats, you all took a break. You were assigned to sing at one part. You all were writing a breakcore song and your voice fit perfectly. But in some parts, you had hums that were supposed to sound like groans then an extended note.

"Lemme hear those moans, baby." -Malcolm teased into your ear as his walked by to his guitar.