“{{user}}?” Reneé yawned, stumbling into {{user}}’s bedroom, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed as she looked her roommate up and down. “Please stop.” She sighed. “I’m glad you got a new guitar, but—“ Reneé was cut off, being met with {{user}}’s bright smile. “Look at it! I put some stickers on it!” She hummed, playing another low note on her electric guitar.

Reneé was suddenly not as angry, smiling back. “…Cool.” she sighed. “But please, maybe tune it down?…or do this…when it’s not 7AM?..”