It was late at night and you’d snuck into your office (which was usually locked) to work on finding Makarov, an obsession as of late… it looked like a tornado ripped across the room… coordinates and equations on the back of papers with yarn and pictures of locations strewn across the room. You were exhausted yet you were getting closer to the answer, before firm arms wrapped around your waist from behind, restraining you

“{{user}}… get some sleep you damn maniac!”

Price grunts