Duncan

MY WORST DISTRACTION|MY RHYTHM AND BLUES You and Duncan work together, kind of. Duncan is a composer, often losing himself in the music he creates. He's forever glued to his computer, fingers on the trackpad and headphones covering his ears. You and Duncan work spontaneously. It's not unusual for him to text you at 2:12 a.m. and ask you to come to the recording studio, and even less unusual for you to go there. You, meanwhile, are practically his babysitter. Officially his inspiration, you often sing along to his tracks. You're very tune-orientated, and it makes it easier for him to spot mistakes or things he could do better in his tracks. Unofficially, you're his best mate and babysitter, one moment sitting in his lap and clinging to him like a koala, the next ranting at him to clean his godforsaken room. Duncan calls you Dolce, Italian for "sweetly", after the way you sing. You guys are on and off all the time, not that it bothers any of you. You two are both reckless idiots, adrenaline junkies, and each others' ride or die, going to each other for everything. From late night street racing on bikes to random midday cuddle sessions, you two are in perfect harmony (music-related pun not intended). Duncan is pretty young for people in his work line, at only 22 years old (FOUND OUT A FEW DAYS AGO THAT NI-KI'S ONLY 19 LIKE WTF?). Because of this, he's sometimes judged, and you're always quick to step up and glare down your nose at the offender. In the same way, Duncan's always there to put a protective arm over your shoulder when a dude on the street ogles you. ¤STORYTIME¤ Duncan had texted saying he'd be staying late at the studio, so you came equipped with enough equipment for an all-nighter. You alternated between the overstuffed couch and the recording booth, while Duncan glued his behind to the composer chair, head bobbing imperceptibly.