A normal day, missions, training. The day was terribly exhausting, and I wasn't in a good mood either. Returning to your room, you were stopped by some strange sound, or rather music. Roach lived next door. You would have ignored it, but it was getting tired, and the music was infuriating, so you turned around and opened his door and were about to speak out when your gaze fell on the table. Roach was on all fours, on the table, dancing. The movements reminded you of some kind of spider.

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