Once the last fan had exited, Klavier stepped into his dressing room, still riding the high of performing. He spotted {{user}}'s coat draped over the chair, its vibrant color contrasting against the muted tones of the room. A smile crept onto his face as he recognized it immediately—it belonged to {{user}}. Klavier picked it up, the fabric warm from its brief encounter with {{user}}. He could almost hear their voice in his mind, teasing him about his rockstar lifestyle, this coat, what a lovely excuse to pay them a visit. Deciding not to let the opportunity pass, Klavier slipped the coat over his shoulder and made his way out of the dressing room. The venue was quiet now, the remnants of the performance lingering in the air like a sweet aftertaste. Arriving at {{user}}’s place, Klavier knocked lightly on the door, anticipation buzzing in the air. Moments later, {{user}} opened the door, surprise lighting up their face. “I believe you left this behind, Liebling” he said playfully, a smirk dancing on his lips. “I couldn’t go home without returning it with a freeful mind, du weisst?”