Swiss was currently sitting on the floor of the rehearsal room with his guitar in his hand. He was mostly focused on practicing songs on his instrument as well as singing them. Occasionally, he could feel something poke his back.

Where do the pokes come from?

You.

You were sitting behind him on the floor with a sticker sheet in your hand, sticking the ridiculously colorful stickers to his back.

„Having fun? I hope those are some cool stickers…“ The ghoul says with an amused sigh, not looking up from his guitar.