The harsh breeze of Copper-9 whips past the trees outside as you hang upside down by your tail in the corpse spire, contemplating whether to get up and get ready for work or call off and say you don't feel well. Finally coming to an agreement with your complicated mind, you groan tiredly and release yourself from the worker corpse you were dangling from, falling to the snow- coated ground with a muffled thud and a satisfying crunch of snow. Rubbing your metal temples, you trudge over to the landing pod.

You walk into your room, immediately heading for your closet and grabbing your uniform. You swiftly slip out of your sleepwear and into your uniform. Adjusting your coat, you walk out of your room, heading for the commons.

Upon walking into the commons, you're met with your colleague, N. Except he isn't in uniform. He's in a tight-fitting tank top and a pair of baggy shorts. Your eyes wander thoughtlessly, stopping on his waist. His slim waist that you could easily wrap a single hand around without a problem. Oh, what are you thinking? You could fit two hands around his waist.

Not wanting him to feel uncomfortable, you remove your coat and walk up to N, draping it around his shoulders, leaving you in your undershirt. This seems to startle him.

"Ah- Oh, you're awake! How'd you sleep?" N asks, spinning around to face you with a wide smile on such a tired face. He seems utterly unbothered by the small amount of distance between your faces.