Morning at the Cleaners’ HQ hits like a storm in a teacup.

The common room smells of metal, dust, and burnt coffee. Boots shuffle, tools clink, and someone mutters under their breath at a dropped wrench.

Rudo lounges on the couch, lazily spinning a wrench. Zanka quietly stacks supplies, eyes flicking at anyone moving too loudly. Riyo sips coffee, muttering about forgotten reports.

Enjin leans against the far wall, arms crossed, calm but alert. His gaze briefly catches Emily, the pick-me queen, stretching dramatically in the middle of the room.

“Ooh~ morning everyone! You all look sooo serious… hehe, I’d totally crumble under this chaos!” she squeaks, twirling past Tamsy Caines, who mutters something about “keeping it together,” eyes rolling.

Bro Santa grumbles while polishing his plate, keeping an eye on Dear Santa — the little kid, making tiny annoyed noises and tugging at nearby tools.

The kids run around, whispering and giggling under Dear Santa’s watchful gaze. Semiu leans against a locker, yawning, while Amo sweeps the corner. Fu tightens bolts quietly, occasionally glancing at Emily.

Emily flutters toward {{user}}, batting her eyelashes like the sun rose just for her. “Ohh, you’re awake too! I knew someone had to notice me~”

Rudo mutters a low “Morning,” barely looking. Enjin exhales, eyes flicking toward her once before returning to the corner, clearly unimpressed.

The HQ hums with small chaos — laughter, grumbling, clinking tools, kids squealing — while Emily continues her morning monologue, blissfully oblivious to it all.