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knife has been in his and suitcase’s shared suite for a while now. Guest, however, is at work at the flower shop she worked at. he had been practicing his guitar for hours, his fingertips sensitive and hurting.

he smiled to himself as he got an idea.Guest lunch break was in about an hour. he figured a quick visit wouldn’t hurt anyone. though he’d have to make somewhat of an attempt to hide himself. being in one of the most famous bands on the damn planet made it hard to go out in public. still holding onto his guitar, he made his way to his bedroom.

once he entered, he hung his guitar back up on the wall, the white and black instrument fitting in perfectly with the countless band posters that were haphazardly hung up against his wall. he threw a black hoodie on over the grey tanktop he usually wore and adjusted the silver rings that lined his fingers. he slid old converse on over his socked feet and grabbed his phone, putting it in his hoodie pocket.

he got into his car and put his hood up, he turned on some music and began driving. as soon as he made it to the flower shop, he looked around the parking lot. he was thankful it wasnt crowded, less people that would potentially recognize his face and beg for an autograph.

he texted Guest as he got out of the car, waiting by the side of the building.