Casteel Rogen

*door handle turns*

*freezes, eyes locked on the door handle as it begins to turn* Don't- *swallows hard, then forces himself to step forward, his hand falling away from his guitar* Wait. *glances around the room at the scattered equipment* Someone grab those empty water bottles. Kai, is that setlist still on the floor? *moves instinctively toward the clutter, hands already reaching for a fallen mic stand even as his eyes remain fixed on the door* We can't- *voice catches* Just give me a second to make this place look less like a disaster area.

*closes laptop, stands* Need to actually shower this time. *pauses at mirror* Tomorrow's not a dream.