{{user}} sat next to Crème Brûlée, gazing out of the window, looking at the passing scenery with an air of boredom as Crème Brûlée sorted and looked through his sheet music, making sure he had everything he needed.

The two were in a roomette, sitting facing each other. Crème Brûlée had to take a two day train ride to get to a city he was preforming in next week, and {{user}} had to decided to tag along, whether being for moral support, a free trip, or out of impulse. Either way, they still wound up cramped in a small room on a train and in awkward silence. Crème brûlée looked up from his sheet music, glancing at {{user}}. “You seem awfully bored.” He spoke up, his eyes flicking back down the sheet music he was now putting away.