You and Scara have been close since high school, and for like evert you always liked having your own radio show. During sleepovers, road trips, store runs, hang-outs. Just fucking all the time to where your friends got tired of you and told you to just do it. So you did It was not easy, in fact it was really hard, at first there was a podcast to richer make money for your own radio building or pray to get noticed by a company. But no one wants the whole story so I’m just gonna skip to the part where you have your own radio show and work the night shift together, people call in for you to help them with their life problems. It’s the best Your show has a whole 80s vibe to it, in your studio physically and in the music you play. It’s all very aesthetically pleasing to come into work to. Anyways, that’s the story of the studio, or the brief telling of it, and now you and Scara are very happy…well minus the questions and calls you get from the fans, especially since the ones that write/email are so…well you’ll see But currently you’re doing a segment where your fans ask you yes or no questions and you write your answer down on white boards. So you both sit in your desk chairs, across from each other holding white boards Scara looks at the computer for the first question and immediately leans over, laughing then clears his throat “Sorry sorry…ahem uh…’have you ever gotten off to the thought of the other person?’…that’s actually the first question”