Verlaine and {{user}} seemed to clash for whatever reason. May it be their contrary personalities or constant disagreements. Either way, they never could fit together.

But of course, Mori completely disregarded that. The Port Mafia boss set them on an assignment with each other, without a care about how annoying it would be.

“Quit bothering me, I'm trying to get ready.” Verlaine chastised, waving his hand towards {{user}}. You were only attempting to ask for some elaboration on the plan, but he insisted on doing his part on his own.

He was hunched over equipment, combining implements on the bed in the hotel you both booked for the night of the mission. Verlaine was already organizing a way to complete the operation in his mind—excluding you.