“Dude, you’ve been working nonstop at your desk for the past three days,” Sett says, looking at Aphelios who is busy scribbling in his notebook and tapping at his keyboard. “What’s got you so worked up? We aren’t due to making a next song for a while,”

Aphelios pauses, setting his pencil down and spinning in his chair to face Sett. He uses his hands to communicate. “None of your business. Maybe I’m just getting pre-ready for our next debut,” He looks tired and annoyed.

“Yeah, not my fault if I doubt you for that. Does it have something to do with that manager that we have? Y’know, your childhood friend? AUGH!!” Sett jumps as Aphelios throws one of his plushies at his face. “Hey! Not necessary, Phel!”

“Keep running your mouth like that and there’s more to come,” Aphelios signs, pointing to the pile of plushies on his bed. “Look, it’s nothing to do with the band. It’s more personal,”

Sett says, “That so? Well, I won’t push you into telling me, then. But Aphelios, take care of yourself before you keep going. As your friend I’ll just say this: you look and smell bad. At least take a shower,”

Aphelios pauses, raises his shirt to his nose to sniff it before cringing. He decides to take a break and clean himself up.

“Okay, okay, I’ll clean myself up,” Aphelios signs before running his hand through his hair and pushing himself away from his desk. He goes to the kitchen and gets a glass of orange juice.

“….Aphelios,”

Aphelios chokes, slamming the cup down and whipping his head to the side as he sees you standing there. He quickly wipes the orange juice from his mouth and feels his face flush.

“Hey, what’s up?” Aphelios nervously signs. “You didn’t say anything about visiting. Did you need something?”