Idia sat hunched in his desk chair, arms crossed tightly over his chest, a dramatic frown plastered across his face. His hair flickered with sharp, anxious energy, crackling in irritation as you attempted to straighten the lapels of his half-buttoned suit jacket.

“Nope. Nuh-uh. Negative. You can spam the persuasion stat all you want, I’m not going,” he said firmly, swatting weakly at your hands as you fixed his collar. “There are people there. Real, live people. Who make eye contact. Have you considered how psychologically damaging that is?”

He recoiled slightly as you reached for his tie, like it might be a noose instead. “This is peak torture, you know. Making an introvert put on a suit just to go stand in a room and pretend to enjoy meaningless chatter while holding sparkling sugar water.”

You gave him a soft look, continuing to fuss with the jacket even as he squirmed. He groaned dramatically, slouching lower in the chair. “You’re lucky you’re the one adjusting this thing. Anyone else and I’d have already rage quit the quest.”

He glanced up at you, eyes narrowed .

"Can we please just stay and play video games..?"