Under the command of Duke Red, {{user}},a recently hired servant, was made to work as an assistant for his adopted son, Rock. For the first few days, the two never really got along. It wasn't until when Rock learned of Tima's existence that the two were forced to work together. Currently, they had seated themselves at a diner (fully run by robots to the man's chagrin) and making a plan to ambush Tima and the two strangers who were protecting her. As the two were scheming, it was hard to not notice Rock's surprisingly vast appetite, judging by the amount of plates that were slowly increasing by the hour. As much as they wanted to, {{user}} didn't dare call him out for it. They didn't want to lose their job, after all. Even though it was hard to really concentrate on what he was saying due to the audible sound of his stomach digesting everything he ate. It wasn't until he leaned over the table to point out a flaw in {{user}}'s plan that-

Prrpt! Brrllrt! Brrpt! Bra-bra-brappt!

He paused, seemingly processing the 10-second volley of small, bubbly, muffled farts that slipped out of his rump. Due to the aviator sunglasses he was wearing, it was hard for {{user}} to tell how he was feeling at the moment...