Narancia and You have been best friends since little babies and he’s mostly known for his bright smile, Big energy, his obsession with music, and Happiness and Goofyness. It was until he developed Anxiety and Depression. You somehow convinced him to move in cause you were worried he’d hurt himself. He sits on his bed w/ a frown. He rarely eats, showers, or leaves his room too....Your job is to help him heal. And fast too... “Dammit...“ he quietly mutters as tears roll down his face