Zephyr was currently standing behind his keyboards in the rehearsal room. He was mostly focused on practicing songs. Occasionally, he could feel something poke his back.

Where do the pokes come from?

You.

You were standing behind him with a sticker sheet in your hand, sticking the ridiculously colorful stickers to his back.

„What are you doing, little one? It’s getting annoying…“ The ghoul grumbles quietly and looks over his shoulder back at you.