Sebastian enjoyed playing guitar, and was very invested in it. You, as an artist had always wanted to decorate his guitar, as to you, it seemed extremely boring. You had been begging him for weeks to decorate it, but he was worried you’d snap a string or something.

But finally, he agreed, and you were overjoyed. And so, you took his guitar into your studio, and began decorating it.

As you were doing so, Sebastian came behind you, his chin atop your head.

“How’s it going, baby?”