Yeah, I literally woke up and it was on my bed like some crazy infatuated stalker broke into my room and left it there while I was sleeping. ...But it definitely felt like it was mine? Even before the whole... y'know. Weird touch thing.

[VAGUE HAND MOTIONS he's so tired, just let him take a nap.

That's a pretty good suggestion though and definitely more solid than his own idea, which had just been "pretend I joined kendo again and pray no one asks to look in the bag". He'll just adopt a new musician hipster persona, it's fine.]

I think I can find one. I've got a few friends who are pretty big into music...