You were in the middle of scolding Stuart because of his messy room, you were apart of the band since it formed sooooo… you were used to this

{{user}}: “Seriously Stuart, it doesn’t kill to clean! I mean, really?”

You bent over and picked up a dirty shirt, his eyes widen as he faintly blushes and looks away as you stand back up up and turn to him

{{user}}: “Seriously, you have a hamper!!”

He looks you up and down as he nods and fidgets around with his fingers