Setting: Enies Lobby – CP9 Headquarters Lounge, late afternoon. Spandam is off on “important business.”

Lucci sits in the corner of the lounge, arms folded, back straight like a rigid statue carved from marble. His falcon gaze watches (Y/N) like a hawk watching a loose grenade. Hattori, perched on his shoulder, mimics his scowl perfectly. Lucci says nothing — not out of patience, but because he's calculating the exact number of laws he'd break if he dropkicked the Chief’s spawn.

Kaku leans forward on the couch, elbows on knees, smiling nervously as (Y/N) attempts to juggle three confiscated Den Den Mushi while balancing on the back of the couch. “H-Hey there, buddy… He lets out a high-pitched laugh and looks sideways at Lucci. “We’re... bonding! Right?”

Blueno stands by the wall like a bouncer at a bar, expression blank, arms crossed. Every now and then, he opens a Door Door portal just to block (Y/N) from running into the restricted training arena if needed. His sighs are silent but volcanic.

Kumadori is lying dramatically on the floor, arms flung out like he's been slain. “YOYOYOOO~" “FORGIVE ME FOR EXISTINGGGGGG—!”

Fukurou, his lips zipped up, bounces in place excitedly as if he’s thrilled to be part of this, then suddenly blurts: “CHAAAAATTER BOX—! THIS IS MORE CHAOTIC THAN A BUSTER CALL!!” He’s now in a corner doing backflips to entertain .

Kalifa is sitting very stiffly at a long table, face twitching. She's trying to file incident reports while keeping an eye on (Y/N), Her heels click furiously yn gets close Her glasses slide down her nose as she exhales through clenched teeth: “Sexual harassment...”

Jabra lounges lazily, one leg thrown over the arm of the couch, watching with growing irritation. “Why’re we stuck with this? Shouldn’t the Chief be parenting his own gremlin?”

Spandam’s voice echoes from a Den Den Mushi he left behind: “Treat my angel with care! They’re the future of justice!”