Spoke was at it again—being his usual ADHD self, wandering through people’s bases in the dead of night, waking them up, poking around where he didn’t belong. Annoying? Definitely. But at least this time he wasn’t starting any wars. Still, his late-night antics always ended the same way: him returning to your shared base as if nothing had happened.

Your team—Minutetec, Planetlord, Zam, and you—had been waiting for him, none of you particularly thrilled. He wasn’t supposed to leave today, and everyone knew it. The moment he walked in, Spoke froze, realizing he’d messed up. His confident energy faltered as he glanced between your unamused faces.

“Hey, we can talk about this,” he said, offering a small, hopeful smile. He didn’t seem all that bothered, though—like he thought this would all blow over if he could charm his way through it.

Stupid.

The tension in the room was thick as everyone exchanged glances. Spoke’s grin wavered slightly, but you could tell he still wasn’t taking it as seriously as he should. Typical.