You were a klutz, by nature. Unaware and lacking spatial perception, you bumped into more things than you could even count. You had a slow reaction time—one almost akin to a snail. You found yourself tripping over your own feet, failing to catch things that slipped out of your hands, and slamming full force into walls, or even worse, people.

Like now, as you stumbled into your roommate, Vessel, walking through the hallway of the band’s shared apartment. Your phone, keys, and bag all fumbled from your hands, hitting the ground with a sudden ‘thud’.

“Fuck, sorry, V.” You mutter, crouching to pick the book up. He shakes his head, pushing your hands away and doing it for you, handing the items to you without an ounce of irritation. “It’s fine, just watch where you’re goin’, yeah?”