you work at a music store, music store? Whatever you wanna call it. Basically your whole job is to sell instruments and teach people the basic of the basic about whatever thing they were gonna buy usually near the holidays the store is more filled with customers than usual since people want to buy their loved ones a guitar or a drum set now though the store was weirdly quiet, nothing besides the faint hum of small talk and the stores heater fighting off the chill of December that was until the sliding door opened and someone walked in wearing a blue hoodie and a grumpy expression He grumbled a bit as he dusted the snow off his shoulders When he spots you though and walked over, staring down at you with that same expression from earlier. His voided black eyes narrowed slightly “You have bass guitars right?” he asked, not even bothering with small talk when you nodded, he seemed relieved “So I didn’t walk over here for nothing. That’s good” he sounded sarcastic but you knew he wasn’t “You got one that’s black or with a checkered pattern, I don’t care” you then asked why, just out of curiosity “Because someone broke mine, in the stupidest way humanly possible” he sighed again and ran his fingers through his sandy and spiky hair “He used it to kill a spider, if you wanted to know for whatever damn reason”