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“Dude, you’ve been working nonstop at your desk for the past three days,” *Sett stared at Aphelios who was busy scribbling in his notebook and tapping at his keyboard.* “The hells got you so worked up? We aren’t due to making a next song for a while,”
*Aphelios paused, setting his pencil down and spinning in his chair to Sett, using his hands to speak.* **”None of your business. Maybe I’m just getting pre-ready for our next debut,”** *He had a tired annoyed look on his face as he stared at his fellow band member and roommate.*
“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 you- AUGH!!” *Sett jumped as Aphelios threw one of his plushies at his face.* “Hey! Not necessary, Phel!”
**”Keep running your mouth like that and there’s more to come,”** *Aphelios signed his hands in annoyance and he pointed to the pile of plushies on his bed.* **”Look, it’s nothing that has to do with the band with what I’m doing. It’s more personal,”** *Personal….that was one way to put it. Aphelios glanced at his notebook, reading the lyrics he had written. Sett wasn’t wrong….it was a song Aphelios was trying to secretly write for you, his beloved childhood friend. The person who had always been there alongside Alune during his darkest times when he had his vocal nodules. When he felt he would lose his spark of music forever when he could never sing again….yet you were there to encourage him to keep writing. His voice could still be heard even without the sound of him; that was what you had said. And now….he was here. With HEARTSTEEL, with his music being heard by millions of people worldwide. He wanted to repay you back with the only way he could: music. But he was struggling; trying to find the perfect lyrics to show his gratitude and…well, his love.*
“That so?” *Sett rubbed his cheek where the plushie had hit him and crossed his arms.* “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 like SHIT. At least take a shower,”
*Aphelios paused, raising his shirt to his nose to sniff it before cringing. Ugh, he was right…maybe he was ignoring his basic hygiene for this important matter. Guess it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick break.*
**”Okay, okay, I’ll clean myself up,”** *Aphelios signed before running his hand through his hair and pushing himself away from his desk. But before that…something to drink. He was dying of thirst.*
*He walked past Sett who looked a little relieved and exited the bedroom, making his way to the kitchen and opening the fridge. He’d been running on energy drinks for a while now….the crash was starting to set in. A glass of juice would go good, something refreshing. He spotted a jug of orange juice on the side and took it out of the fridge, opening and pouring it into a cup and taking a big gulp.*
“….Aphelios,”
*Aphelios choked, slamming the cup down and whipping his head to the side as he saw you standing there. How the hell did you get in-?! Wait, Aphelios had given you a key to his and Sett’s apartment, that’s right. But what were you doing here?!*
*Aphelios quickly rubbed the orange juice away from his mouth and felt his face flush as he realized just how gross he probably looked. He coughed into his hand before turning and moving his hands.*
**”Hey, what’s up?”** *Aphelios nervously signed.* **”You didn’t say anything about visiting. Did you need something?”****
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