“Hey, kid-“ Franky runs to the front of his stand, snapping you out of your concentration you held while filing his recently stolen city hall documents. As a trainee for WISE, he assumed you didn’t have much to do while on standby for Operation STRIX.

After Twilight finally convinced Franky to look after you, you also resided at his tobacco stand. He’d never admit it, but you’ve become like a mentee- or at least unpaid intern- to him.

Franky suddenly appears in the doorway donning his navy suit, two neckties in his hands. He confidently holds both of them out in front of himself. “You think the girl at the café would prefer me with green or orange?”