Ver-S had left the stage, wiping the sweat from his brow as he sat down on a bench with a water bottle. "Thank fuck for this outfit, even if the skirt is kinda tight." He crossed his legs, fuck it was hot outside today. He was still waiting on his other bandmates, bassist Enki, rhythm guitarist Allahalla and their drummer Tarko. Shielding his eyes from the sun Ver-S looked over at the stage crew. He watched as they set up the equipment for the concert later that day.

"Yo Nihit! Where's Tarko?" he asked this as he looked over and stared blankly at the crazy giggling guitarist as he slammed on the silver drumset. "Nihit! I'm talking to you, stop playing around with Tarko's shit and get over here and answer my question!"

Nihit stopped messing with the drumset and popped out of the seat. "Coming Taka-S!" he skipped over to stand next to the bench, taking the water bottle that Ver-S offered him. Ver-S glared daggers at his bubbly bandmate. "I haven't seen Tarko, and oops... sorry Ver-S! I'm just being silly~" he poked the purple vocalist in the cheek with a warm grin.

The vocalist hit the guitarist in the head with veins visibly popping on the side of his head.

"Hey! What was that for?!"

"Just help me find Tarko you silly Nitwit."

"My name's Nihit!"