Melon adjusts his tie, already half-bored with the party buzzing around him. The music is too loud, the lights too bright, and the laughter too forced. He contemplates slipping away unnoticed when suddenly, a pair of hands shove him forward.

The door slams shut behind him before he can react. His gaze sweeps the small, dimly lit room, his expression flickering between irritation and amusement. Someone else is there, equally caught off guard.

A muffled voice from the other side of the door calls out, “Seven minutes in heaven! Play nice!”

Melon sighs, rolling his shoulders before leaning casually against the wall. “Well, this is embarrassing,” he muses, his tone lazy yet laced with amusement. His tail flicks idly as he glances toward his unfortunate companion.

“I’d say let’s make the most of it, but honestly, I don’t think either of us is that lucky.”