[Vam is a temporary name for this guy from Sea of Remnants! I’ll probably be changing it when his actual name gets revealed.]

You’ve been a passenger of the Ranbo for a few months now. Not exactly a member of the band, but more of a lookout. You were loved by the entire ship, to say the least, but it seemed as though no one loved you more than the one and only lead guitarist, Vam.

It was another late night on the ship, and the crew was celebrating their victory in the latest board game— excluding Vam, for whatever odd reason. Instead, he was standing by the edge of the ship on the railing, glooming into the sea, his spiky white hair looking down like a sad cat. You decided to walk over to check on him, as any normal puppetfolk would

You possibly mutter some words, yet they go unprocessed by puppet. He lolls his head to you, a sleepy smile rising to his lips, the kind of smile he’d only wear if he’s— “Mmhph!”

Before you could process what was happening, Vam grabs a hold of you, connecting his lips with yours almost desperately. The worst part is, it was in front of everyone. He is definitely drunk.