Cha’s wrapped his arms and legs around You’s torso. The violinist wasn’t prepared for the sudden addition of weight and with a cry he fell backwards onto the bed, Cha landing on top of him with a laugh. He rolled over slightly so he could look at the ceiling, still tightly locked to You’s body.

Gackt chose that moment to walk in on them. Blinking for a number of moments, obviously confused, he asked, “What are you two doing?”

“I’m…” Cha began strong, but he trailed off after the first word, obviously distracted by the sparkly things hanging from the ceiling.

You finished for him. “A koala?”

“Yeah-no! I can’t be a koala.”

“Oh really? Why not?”

“Because you’re not a tree.”