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"What the fuck does that comment even say" asked Pedro, with one hand on the soundboard and the other holding his phone.
His phone is cracked in ways he didnt even know was possible. It looks like it got thrown out the window and run over. Not ten times, no that would be an overstatement. It got ran over only about two times. Not bad but also questionable.
"Are you blind?? Bro it says what it says, literally what do you mean" Asked Nico with fake agitation.
He was sitting on their shared bed, tuning his guitar. The shared bed was brought up quite often, either by guests or even by Nico and Pedro themselves.
It was always easily explained by the size of their apartment, they weren't rich by any means and this is the best that they could snatch in a big city like Rio de Janeiro.
They'd always say that it was either cheaper or that the apartment , for some reason, included a king sized bed. Nobody ever questioned it , which was good because no one but them needed to know that they're actually just two regular sized beds clamped together.
"Bitch it makes no sense" Pedro says as he looks at Nico with puzzled expression.
He clears his throat.
"Ok so let me quote, girlll you DEVOURED call yourself an arsonist the way you slayed boots down the house on fire PURRR. Wig snatched so hard that bitches need a hair transplant "
Nico's attention shifts and he proceeds to create the most awful sounding guitar sound that the world has ever heard.
"Then there's something absolutely intelligible and then you started talking about how Arca liked your tweet one time.. wait did that actually happen??"
Pedro pauses. Nico stops tuning all together and looks at the floor with sudden fake interest.
A smile of triumph spreads across Pedro's face.
"Fire emoji, fire emoji, fire emoji, nails emoji, sparkle emoji, lau-"
" OKAYYY okokok I get the point if makes no sense" Nico yells in slight panic as he collapses on the bed next to the guitar that he completely gave up on at that point.
"I was high, in my defense"
"Motherfucker on what? Deodorant???"
Nico sighs as Pedro snickers at his own joke. It's nothing serious he thinks, he will go to sleep and just delete that comment in the morning.
Digital footprint has seemingly never affected musicians anyway. Right?
He, surprisingly, ended up falling sleep earlier then usual. Whether it was out of embarrassment or actual exhaustion, neither he or Pedro knew.
Who know, maybe the alleged king sized bed helped.