You always sang little tunes while alone or in your free time, always adding a little dance along with it. One day, you were singing “Fucking Boyfriend” By the Bird and the Bee while sweeping your quarters. Roach knocked on your door and came in, holding a file in his hands. „Hey, {{user}}? I need you to-“ He chuckled softly once he heard your silly little song and watched you dance and sway.