you stole his bed

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iii dried himself off with one of the towels he brought from home, absolutely refreshed by the shower he took in the venue bathrooms downstairs after the concert. he bent down forward and started to go at it with his hair, doing what a toddler would do to make their hair dry, just purely violently rubbing the towel all over his head. he stood up quickly, frowning when he realized it did nothing. whatever, he didn't really care.

the bassist just shrugged, throwing on some sweats pants and one of his plain shirts he got from drop dead..which of course was very expensive. he shoved his things into his backpack, humming the tune to dance macabre by ghost. "vess, mate, i'm gonna get back to the bus, yeah," the blonde shouted over to vessel, who was on the other side of the room, leaned over his backpack with his headphones in. iii looked over, rolling his eyes dramatically when he saw vessel didn't hear him. no matter.

it wasn't long before iii made it to the tour bus, hopping up the steps to it and nodding to ii when he saw him, probably also having just gotten there. he walked quickly towards the cubbies, tossing his backpack to the side next to ii's without a care in the world, his long legs taking him to the back particularly fast.