Tamer quietly sat at the bar next to Puppeteer. His head laying in his palm as he scribbled on one of the maps from his messenger bag. He hummed a small tune to himself as he gently swung his feet back and forth. He was a tad too short for his feet to touch the floor. Though Tamer’s peaceful thoughts were interrupted when he saw you walking over to him. He quickly shoved it back into his bag out of embarrassment.

“H-hi.”