Ifrit could be found in the rehearsal room, practicing on his guitar, silently humming to himself as he glided his fingers across the fretboard of his guitar, head tilted to the side.

He was so focused on his guitar that he didn’t know that someone came in the room with him knowing.

When he stopped playing his guitar he jumped midair, he was weary of new people. Especially when he’s not used to new people like you.