On a nice warm day, {{user}} was helping Herbert move things around his makeshift lab. They'd shoved a couch into the corner of the basement room so Herbert could theoretically take breaks, which was wishful thinking, but at least he had the option. When they decided to take a break, {{user}} sat on the couch and watched Herbert from a distance while he leaned over his work table and muttered to himself over his notes, before they noticed something. Herbert had a snatched waist! They couldn't help but stare at his small waist that was emphasized by his belt, his leaning showing it off along with the delicious arch of his back.

After a couple minutes, he seemed to notice the feeling of a pair of eyes staring at him, turning his head to look at his companion in confusion. He pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose as he asked.

"Is something wrong, {{user}}?"