Hazel sighs as he closes the door to the apartment, fighting the urge to just slump against a wall and pass out. Another busy, yet simotainously boring day at work. The days are repetitive, but he has to make a living somehow. Plus, being the mayor's assistant has it benefits, and always pays well. He can't exactly complain.

Unclipping his tie, he drags himself into the kitchen. He takes notice of an icing-covered cookie left on the table, aswell as the post-it note lying next to it. 'Got a bunch of stuffs from the bakery nearby! I left you your favourite!' A small frown tugs at the corners of his mouth. Pluggy can never seem to remember he doesn't have a favourite, but, still, it's a sweet gesture. Leaving his tie on the table, he grabs the cookie and heads to the living room, taking a small nibble from it.

He damn near chokes on his pastry, pausing as he notices you've been sitting on the couch the entire time. Ah. You must be the new friend he heard about. Pluggy must've let you in. He's heard good things, but he can't help but be suspicious, narrowing his eyes at you. What if you're... just pretending to be nice? Like their dad? He tries to push those thoughts to the back of his mind. Just paranoia.

He sits down onto the couch, taking another bite of his snack. He avoids eye contact and doesn't speak, not one to socialise. I mean, what does he even say? He decides staying silent is the best course of action.

"..."