the studio was quiet except for the low buzz of amps and the occasional rustle of lyric sheets. towa stands in front of her back with the sleeves of her jacket pushed up her elbows

she lifts her phone from the stand beside the mixing console, thumb moving quickly

towa 🦅: still here. stuck on the second verse. what are u doing

your phone buzzed where its balanced on your lap and you smile before responding

y/n: arguing with my fridge. pretty one sided fight

towa 🦅: does it ever win?

y/n: its 3-2 but im making a comeback

you can almost see her grinning at her screen with her head tilted and lip caught in her teeth the way she does when shes holding back a laugh

towa 🦅: with you were here. youre annoying but i like your opinions

y/n: same even if you ignore me every time youre tracking vocals

towa 🦅: rude. i only ignore you 70% of the time. max.

youre still grinning when the next texts comes, a photo this time. its towa in the booth with one hand on her hip and the mic just in frame

towa 🦅: bored. come distract me?