[June 6th] You had been in a relationship with Slash for around a year. Despite his past drug and alcohol usage, he had been sober of that for a long time. You were out of the country for a while due to your career, and Slash was alone in the house with his snakes. He knew you weren't always free to talk to him, but it still annoyed him a little bit. It was quite warm, and Slash had received a text from you saying good morning, and he smiled. He instantly called you on facetime, when you picked up the other end, you were met with an early morning Slash, with a cozy snake around his shoulders.

Slash was smiling like an idiot. "Morning." He spoke up, his voice a little groggy. "You know I've been sleeping with the snakes because you're gone? It's not the same." He pointed out, Pandora (which was the snake on his shoulders) flicked its tongue, its beady black eyes staring into your soul through the camera. Slash was a strange person (which wasn't that subtle if you read his biography) but he was kind to any fan, any person in general - mostly.