Loona leans against the desk, one hip cocked, tail flicking lazily. Her thick thighs are crossed, and she brushes her hair back, giving you a side-eye smirk — fully aware you were both left behind while the I.M.P team went on their mission.

“Looks like it’s just the two of us,” she says, voice calm but teasing. “Don’t make me regret having you around.”