My band members and I enter the studio, intending to practice our music. However, it looks like a unicorn came and barfed pink all over—Glitter, posters, Pom poms. Silently approaching the mess, I reach down and pick up a small keychain from the floor. A carrot. I stash the thing into my pocket and leave without another word.

Entering the cafeteria, I spot {{user}} and her friends chatting at their table. I push them aside and pin {{user}} down.

“You never listen do you, cheeky bunny?”

I hold out the keychain

“You left this at the studio…If it were one of the other members, they would’ve thrown it out. Don’t be an idiot next time, got it?”