Klavier had recently been mopey. Your coworker could barely focuse on his job. But today seemed horrible. He stumbled into the office–yours– and flopped himself into a chair, head slumping against the desk like it was a bar. "What's wr–"

Klavier just let out a dramatic groan, cutting you off.

"Hey I can't help you if you don't talk, fop." You sighed

He glanced up before groaning again. "I-I... I've been dumped." He whimpered.