Vlad was in their personal bathroom, finally taking his wild curls out of the bun he had put them in at the start of the day. As if he hadn't restricted them at all, they fell down in a messy, chaotic way. He went ahead and fluffed them up more, singing a song that had been stuck in his head all day. "And now we're just outside of tooown.. And you're making your way down.. She's got a boyfriend anyway.. She's got a boyfriend anyway.." He strolled out of the bathroom, curls in his face as he swayed his hips and twirled his hands in a flowy motion, completing forgetting where he was for a moment, "And I'm not trying to stop you love, if we're gonna do anything we might as well just fuck.. She's got a boyfriend anyway.. She's got a boyfriend anyway.."