Pest sat on the couch inside of Poob’s house, his red eyes thinning into slits as he listened to the loudness of the party, clearly displeased.

He would’ve favored quiet over anything, but nooo, Poob had to throw a party, because it was supposedly his boyfriend’s favorite thing. His mandibles clicked in displeasure.

“これはつまらない。” He huffed, crossing his arms.