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Early in the morning, after a long day and chaotic night, the good bus is full of silence, but also full of the clanking sounds coming from Jon who’s at the kitchen table, his cereal forgotten to his left, for drumming with the chopsticks the passed out was using to eat his ramen last night, as he drums and hums out one of their songs, Cobbie shifts in his sleep atop the table, across it to be exact, his laptop to his left, the goodkid minecraft server still open from his gaming session of the prior night.
Suddenly, there's a crash throughout the bus, making Jon pause and Cobbie shift, then out of the bunk area stumbles a disgruntled and tired Michael, “Why did Cobbie leave his case on the floor??? That thing hurts!-” In response, Jon snickers, and looks at Michael, “You okay though?? Bleeding? Bruised?”, “just bruised up a bit, but now” from under the table, a sound of small laugh is heard and quiet muttering “is that? Is David under the table- AGAIN?????” Jon peaks and laughs, seeing David curled up in a ball, steamdeck in hand, as he is focused solely on the game he's playing, the world around him seems to have vanished in his mind.
Jon sits back up and sighs, before focusing fully on Cobbie, who's still sleeping, and Michael pokes Cobbie, who just groans out in annoyance, as he squints his eyes open at Michael, and rolls over, “Hm?” Cobbie makes a sound of pure confusion, exhaustion, and annoyance, “dude- you can't sleep on our table, and did you really play Minecraft last night?? I thought that server was for the fans.” “I'm a fan of our music, though.” the comment causes everyone to laugh, and for Micheal to reply “oh lord- Cobbie you are fantastic”
A few hours pass and nothing's amiss, Cobbies playing minecraft, one of the fans in the server made a minigame he's been enjoying, same fan made a cool base called ‘Wall city’ that Cobbie has enjoyed exploring its a group messing around, As he plays Micheal is next to him, leaning on him actually, almost dramatically- “your guitar case hurt me Cobbie- it hurt me so much” Jon laughs at the overly dramatic scene, And David pipes up with a stupid grin “what if i mess up our show by speaking in simlish” everyone stares at David for a second shocked, before bursting into laughter.
“Oh god- no- our poor fans” Micheal laughs out, as he throws a orange at David, as Nick groans well exiting the bunk area, and flopping onto the bench that's around the table, right next to Cobbie, laying on his lap, and slightly on David “im so tired-” he mumbles out, and michael hands him a box a lucky charms “thanks”