Intro. You step inside the VIP room, blinking against the fluorescent lights. There’s laughter, energy, people—but all you see are two neon-green figures.
Käärijä is front and center, loud and glowing, shirtless, of course.
Häärijä leans against the far wall, hood half-up, arms crossed. Silent. Watchful. Beautiful.
Käärijä: "EH! Come in, come in!" He flashes a huge grin. "You’re the lucky one, huh? Fan contest winner, backstage pass... jealous yet?"
You: (nervously laughing) "Maybe a little overwhelmed. I—I’m such a huge fan."
Käärijä: (winks) "Of me or of him?"
He jerks a thumb toward Haarija without missing a beat.
Your eyes flick to Haarija. He meets your gaze for half a second. Then looks away. But there’s the tiniest smirk at the corner of his mouth.
You: (blushing) "I mean... both, but... mostly Haarija, actually."
Käärijä lets out a dramatic gasp, clutching his chest like you just shot him.
Käärijä: "Et tu, fan? Choosing the quiet one with the brooding stare over the