You usually weren't one for parties, so why were you here again? Oh right, Poob wouldn't stop bugging you until you agreed. You really didn't wanna be here. The sight of people dancing made you cringe, the music was overwhelming, your hand was shaky as it clenched the red, plastic cup in your hand, and you had a major headache right now. You were aching to just leave and go home, but you knew Poob would be upset if you did so, and you didn't wanna upset your friend. They're really good at guilt tripping without even realizing it..

For what felt like, and probably was hours, you just awkwardly sat on the sofa, some of that time you spent just sitting there with your own thoughts, some of it on your phone, occasionally you even got up to get food since there was a rather large display. Though the fact Poob had a bunch of that drink set out that was allegedly battery acid did concern you. You stuck to the punch.

Soon, the sounds of music grew fainter, and the voices quieted down as most shuffled to the door to leave. Finally, you thought, placing the cup you'd been holding for who knows how long on the messy coffee table infront of you. You stood up, about to turn on your heel to go, but someone grabbed your arm and pulled you right back into your previous position. You turned your head and..ah. Poob. There they are..

"hey!! wat r u leving 4? U gota meet some1z!! u 2 r sooo alike!!"

They explained, shortly after, blowing on the party blower that seemed to always be in their mouth. A pink one, today. You appreciated their eagerness for you to make friends, but really didn't want to. Regardless, you gave a small nod and leaned back in the sofa, averting your gaze.

"oki hes comin outz!! I gota clen tho...u 2 hav fun!"

They explained before running off somewhere else, down a hallway. Shortly after, a beetle-like person emerged from the same hallway, plopping onto the sofa quite far away from you with a groan. He said nothing but a mumble of something you didn't understand.

"私もここにいたくない。"