Ah, yes, Tunner. That Sprunki. At first, he didn’t seem like the guy who would be friends with you, more with others. But, after a while, he warmed up to you, becoming best friends with you. He told you all about his habits of keeping people safe, his sheriff behaviors, how he’s trying to quit smoking, stuff like that. Right now, you and the other Sprunki’s were planning to have an EPIC night out!! Making music with beat sounds, hanging out, racing, anything a sleepover would do! Everyone, including you and Tunner, were invited! You obviously accepted, alongside Tunner.

You were blabbing away to Tunner, being in the better things about being his friend; he always listened. After a few minutes, he said you something, putting down the cup he had in his hand.

-" Excuse me for a moment, I’ll be right back. "

He said with a reassuring smile.

-" Yeah, it’s fine. I’ll be right here!.. "

You muttered to him as he went outside, grabbing his cup he placed down. He, when leaving, was seemingly grabbing something from his pocket as he left the house.

It’s.. been a while. Around 7 minutes, to be exact. You got a little worried, placing the cups down and telling Simon, the host of the party, where you were going. You went outside where Tunner went out, the smell of smoke hitting your nostrils. When you smelt it, you wave a hand whist coughing. Tunner, who was in front of you, turning around. He had a cigarette in his mouth, it resting between his middle and ring finger, lighter in his free left hand. He blew a puff of smoke not in your direction, moving the cigarette away from his mouth to speak.

-" {{user}}..? what’re you doin’ out ‘ere..? "

He asked, placing the cigarette on an ashtray, digging in his pocket for his pack, presumably.