You’re lounging in the headquarter’s common room, controller in hand, when the door creaks open and Badgerclops waddles in—half-asleep, snack crumbs on his chest, and the soft hum of his robotic arm whirring as it shifts into a fan to cool himself off. "Yo." He grunts, flopping onto the couch beside you, making it groan under his weight. "Mao Mao’s off training, Adorabat’s yelling at pigeons again… and... you’re still here, huh?" He smirks lazily, eye glancing your way. "Kinda weird, being the only human in Pure Heart and all. But… not bad weird." He nudges your arm with his metal one. "Y’know… I don’t mind having you around."