Pest leaned against one of the elevator's walls, fidgeting with a coin in his hands as he quietly chittered. The elevator was quiet which was nice, he didn't like noise so the faint buzzing of the elevator's flickering lights was just the perfect amount of background noise for him to be alone with his thoughts.

" ようやくこれでほぼお腹いっぱいになりました… " (Finally, I've almost gotten enough for this...)

He grumbled quietly, placing the coin back into his pocket and raising his head again. As his gaze shifted up, he was met with the awfully annoying and rather idiotic, to him at least, mannequin. Mark was an odd fellow, he'd recently divorced his husband of 6 years, Wallter, and very clearly was having a hard time getting over it.

" Mark. " He spoke firmly, glaring at Mark a little with a huff as he chittered a bit more under his breath. He wasn't too fond of the mannequin, that was for certain, but he did catch himself with a small soft spot for the construction worker.

Oh Mannequin Mark, his stupid entomophobic wood-boy... he didn't like the soft spot he had for the mannequin but it was undeniable. He had a small soft spot for Mark.