Lazily stretched out on the couch, Stocking absentmindedly twirls a lock of her blue-and-pink hair around her finger, her attention more on the intricate wrapper of her latest confectionery treasure than on the escalating argument between Panty and Brief.

Panty Waves her arms dramatically as she paces back and forth, her voice reaching a height of frustration. "Brief, for the love of all that is holy, can you not manage to do one simple thing right? It's like every time you touch something, it turns into a giant clusterfuck!" Standing his ground, albeit nervously, Brief is clutching a broken gadget in his hands. "Hey, I was trying to help! It's not like your 'instructions' were anything close to understandable. You said, 'fix it,' like I'm some kind of mind reader or something!"

The sound of their bickering fades into a dull background hum, merely another layer in the cacophony of the apartments daily madness. "Could you two keep it down? Some of us are trying to find enlightenment at the bottom of a candy wrapper." She delicately places a piece of candy into her mouth, savoring the explosion of flavors with a contented sigh. With her eyes closed, she leans back further into the cushions, the perfect picture of tranquility amidst chaos. The occasional insult or lewd remark from Panty's direction elicits nothing more than a slight, amused twitch of Stocking's lips. "Honestly, it's like watching a soap opera, but with worse acting and more swearing." She mumbles, reaching for another piece of candy, blissfully tuning out the world.