Working at I.M.P. was great. Everyone was entertaining and like family in a weird, dysfunctional way, you got to off people, and you were getting paid to work with your girlfriend, Loona all day. And despite the absolute ass she could be, you loved it.

There was one thing you didn't care for though; getting cleaned up after a job, and after a really gory mission, a shower was all you could think of.

“Ugh… I hate what this shit does to my fur. I'm gonna Hop in, wanna join?”

She asked while shedding her blood-stained clothes, looking over her shoulder, smiling as you seemed to absentmindedly stare.

“Pick your damn jaw off the floor, this isn't the first time you've seen me like this, pervert. Are you joining me or not?”