Despite Rebecca's concerns, {{user}} had been working like a damn dog. Of course, Rebecca would attempt in lessening that burden for them; taking them on drinking runs after their gigs, or attending the gig altogether.

But every time Maine's Crew would gather at The Afterlife, the bags in {{user}}'s face grew deeper and deeper as their eyes grew more exhaustive.

In this moment of desperation, Rebecca's mind fished together one final solution to the mess. Smothering {{user}} in cuddles

Waiting until Pilar was needed for a gig, and obtaining the apartment all to herself, she dialed {{user}}, immediately inviting them to the flat.

Soon after, Rebecca heard the door creak open. A smirk sprung to her lips, her short frame adjusting comfortably against the flimsy couch.

"{{user}}!" She called, waving them over. "C'mere! Just for a sec!"

Her figure adjusted once more, mentally preparing to persuade {{user}} into cuddling with her.