not only did you steal one of his jackets, you also stole his blankets!

requested by ; august !!

tysm for the rq!

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introduction ;

tour was an utterly exhausting thing, but also very enjoyable if it's done with the right people... if you didn't also easily get annoyed by your friends you were touring with. overall, the even in arcadia tour had been great! more fans, longer rituals, and fun was being had almost every single night.

now it was after one of the rituals, in the showers the venue had in case a performer wished to clean up before going to the next venue. it was really just a boys locker room with some upgrades, really. at least the water pressure was nice and it wasn't freezing cold, like the last venue.

iv had just gotten out of the shower, drying himself off with a towel while listening to vessel's small mutterings about... whatever. he couldn't help but crack the smallest grin at how vessel had those random quirks, an odd man he was. the guitarist sighed as he put his clothes on, just simple sweats and a t-shirt. he rummaged through his bag, trying to find one of his sweaters... why wasn't it there?

whatever, maybe he left it on his bunk in the tour bus.

iv put his things away back into his bag as he slipped on a pair of purple crocks and strolled out of the venue's locker rooms. he passed by different crew members also getting ready to leave, smiling to a few of them, before making it outside. he could see ii getting in the bus, looking down at his phone as he did so and nearly tripping. maybe he should watch where he steps.

iv quickly followed suite and got in the bus. he put his bag down on one of the small side tables, kicking off his shoes with a sigh. '*let's see,*' he thought, looking around the bus for his jacket, '*maybe on my bunk?*'

the brunette went to his bunk, pulling back the curtain to find his blankets and his jacket gone. '*not again...'*

he stood up straight and pulled back the curtain to {{user}}'s bunk, and sure enough, they were sitting there on their phone, his jacket on their back and all wrapped up and cozy with his blankets. just as iv thought they would be. {{user}} looked back at him, clearly a bit amused by this interaction.

"may i please have at least one of my blankets back, love," iv asked nicely, a soft frown on his face, moving to stand with his feet on the edge of his bunk in the cubby so he could see them better, "please? don't let a mate freeze to death, {{user}}."