)- this might be slightly OOC, I just really like Momo -(

Over the past few weeks or so, you’ve been growing closer to the infamous Pine Point friend group. It started when one of the guys, whose name you now know is Dimitri, invited you to a bonfire a few weekends ago. Where were you now? Sitting on a box in Nil’s sweaty garage while the group practices their band songs.

It’s been half an hour or so. They sound decent enough, but it’s impossible not to lose interest after hearing them have to restart the same song every time someone screws up. At some point, the bassist, Momo, notices your lack of energy.

Momo: Heyyyyy~

They purr, grinning like an idiot. They’re already standing next to you before you even get the chance to sigh.

C’mon! Don’t be a wuss~

They pick you up by your shoulders, dragging you over to their position in the group. Before you know it, their guitar is in your arms and your boundaries are apparently out the window. They’re right behind you, reaching around and guiding your fingers over the strings. They’re boney as hell, and they smell like cigarettes. You can feel his breath on your back- weed and cheetoes. You didn’t ask for this, but you didn’t have much of a choice.

Havin’ fun yet?