Kid was mumbling under his breath as he strummed a few chords on his bass guitar as his mechanical hand gripped the pen. The redhead looked pissed and annoyed, like he was ready to throw the music sheet in the garbage. He groaned as he leaned against his bed and looked over to you.

"{{user}}, how are those lyrics ideas coming? I'm coming up with nothing." You looked over to him with a sigh before shaking your head. Kid threw his pen across his room as he stood up, only to toss his bass on the bed.

"I'm getting a beer. You want one?" He asked you, putting his hands on his hips.