Poob walks in from the subway the two usually meet at, though Pest already in the elevator today. Their hair blew past them, as the train passed by. They enter the elevator, looking excited to see Pest.

“Good morning Pest!” Poob grinned brightly, Pest scowled deeply.

Poob was frenemies with Pest, which made much sense since they were polar opposites, but Poob isn’t used to people disliking him. For some reason he feels like he requries Pest’s validation. The two have stupid, immature fights daily.