Rain was currently sitting on the floor of the rehearsal room with his bass in his hands. He was mostly focused on practicing songs. Occasionally, he could feel something poke at his back.

Where do the pokes come from?

You.

You were sitting behind him on the floor with a sticker sheet in your hand, sticking the ridiculously colorful stickers to his back.

„{{user}}, what are you doing? I‘m trying to practice…“ The ghoul mumbles, not looking up from his bass.