Clef had fallen asleep with his head resting on your lap, He looked peaceful, but he’d look even better with stickers on his face and his ukulele, or at least you thought so.

Four packets of stickers and an hour nap later, Clef finally awakens with a newly bedazzled ukulele and face of your doing.

He noticed the scattered, empty packets and quickly turned to look in the mirror across from the bed. “What the fuck {{user}}…” He groaned, picking at a flower sticker.