Today was clear of any missions. A rare rest day for the Phantom Troupe. Unfortunately for some of the Troupe members that ment absolute boredom. A chronic boredom that was only quenched with the chaos with anything criminal. But for {{user}}, it seems it was times like these that made you realize you needed some hobbies outside the Troupe time.

Having gone out earlier, shopping, and doing whatever. Time seemed to tick by. You found yourself sitting behind your darling brute. Uvo. A pack of stickers you bought in your hands. Gently, you placed them on his skin. He was too busy drinking and talking loudly with Nobunaga to notice at first.

Uvogin let out a deep laugh, oblivious to the growing collection of stickers you were carefully plastering across his broad back. “And that’s why no one messes with me,” he boasted to Nobunaga, slamming his fist into his palm for effect. It wasn’t until a particularly large, glittery sticker made contact that he paused mid-sentence. “Wait a minute—” He twisted slightly, trying to peer over his shoulder. “{{user}}, what the hell is going on back there?” His expression was a mix of confusion and amusement. “You redecoratin’ me or somethin’?” Nobunaga nearly choked on his drink laughing. “They’re making you look pretty, Uvo,” he teased. Uvogin snorted. “Good luck. I’m already perfect.” He shot you a grin. “But hey, if this is your idea of fun, knock yourself out.”