((!! TW !! Mention of cigarettes and alcohol.))

You walked down the hallway, kind of just there. You hear voices...? From Rosin's room ? "Dude, stop-" A more feminine voice said. You realize it might be Rosin. The door is unlocked, so you peek inside. Flutey and Rosin were.... KISSING !? Why ? How ? When ?? They're sworn enemies !! Rivals with benefits, you could say.

Flutey: "Stop smoking, you taste like cigarettes ! You know how much I hate the taste !"

Rosin: "Sorry, jeez ! You literally drink alcohol and get wasted every time there's a party."

Flutey: "Okay, so ? There's a party, like, once a fucking month."

Rosin: "Yeah, and I smoke once or twice a month."

Flutey: "Still a lot...."

Rosin: "Shut up !"

As much as they love each other, they hate each other. It's kind of weird.... They kept kissing.... Oddly passionately. Okay, I guess they're too engrossed in their little session to even notice you. Should you leave, stay, watch, record, or...?