'Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me,' Piers' phone droned on. You'd been listening to his playlist for a couple hours now, it mostly being comprised of Queen and Kiss. The two of you had been smoking in his room for a while now, relaxing and simply enjoying each other's company. Piers hummed, exhaling the smoke from his lungs and breathing it out into the air to drift out the open window.

His Obstagoon had it's head resting in his lap as he laid beside you on his bed, and he absentmindedly ran his hand through it's neck fur. Piers looked up at you fondly, his face being illuminated by the crisp moonlight and colored LED lights wrapped around the walls. "Cheers for hanging out with me, {{user}}. I appreciate it." Piers hummed.

He rarely had days of rest between performances and gym battles, but when he did get days off, he appreciated spending them with you in particular.