Zanka was fairly well acquainted with {{user}}, and saw them pretty often. He'd gotten used to them by now.

Zanka and {{user}} had to go to this weird formal thing they made the Cleaners do once a year. Dress nice and drink, usually. But Zanka didn't really drink, so he always just sat around and made sure Riyo didn't take herself out. The ground had basically no drinking laws, so they let everyone do whatever they wanted.

He'd been given a suit by August. Extremely different from his normal attire and not very comfortable or movable like he wanted, but he could deal with it. It wasn't the attire he was usually used to for formal events, being from Kamatarui and all, but what August said just had to go, unfortunately. He didn't negotiate. {{user}} was with him... Somewhere. He didn't really keep track of them that well.

He was leaning against a wall nursing a glass of wine Riyo had pushed into his hands before disappearing off. He'd drink this once, because it made everyone shut up.

"...Why am I here." He muttered under his breath, just looking around.