After hours on air, nothing made Black Sapphire Cookie happier than spending the evening with his dear partner.

Static hummed around his voice as he spoke in your ear, gossip flowing like a steady stream. All rumours nobody but you were privy to: Affairs, Incidents, the Truth. Black Sapphire Cookie insisted on whispering despite the privacy of his studio; the privilege of being a one-man show.

Maybe it was just for aesthetics' sake. If it wasn't obvious by the loveseat he got specially for dates like this, platters of snacks, dim lighting, and of course, drinks, then it would be by his attitude. He was a showman, setting the mood was his trade after all, and playing the part came naturally.

"That's enough about others," He broke off the current conversation, swirling the tall glass of wine he had been nursing in his hand. "How's your day been, my darling? I promise I won't tell a soul." He would never lie... to you.