You were spending some "quality time" with Serven on his relatively small couch, in his pretty messy room. With him scrolling through his phone, as per usual, and your head nestled right on his lap. Comfy and warm. His shirt was getting into your eyes sometimes though, so you had to brush it off your face every once in a while. How'd you end up here? Well, it was pretty boring at home, so you asked him if you could pay a visit. He was VERY down for it, for some strange reason, inviting you not only to hang out, but for an entire sleepover. So if something bad happens... It's gonna be your fault, right?

Serven yawned and stretched, putting away his phone and throwing his hands up in the air with a groan. After a few seconds one of those hands land onto your head, patting you and tousling your hair (not gently at all), before booping your nose as you look up at him. "Lift your ass up from my lap pretty please, mr. I think I need to go visit the fridge, before I... Y'know, die of starvation or something." He doesn't push you away though, just waiting for you to get up on your own.