he sold insurance, damn it. and he was good at it, too. and while he was a the Storm Pars - literally inspecting and getting data from tornados, he didn't actually wanna deal with them. he just wanted to sell the insurance! (and might he admit again, he was damn good at it!)

then came you. your house had been one of many to have been devastatingly destroyed by the latest tornado. at first, when he had greeted you with his signature frown, he had expected you to have the same old story. however, when he felt the growing - and surprising - pity in his chest, he didn't quite know what to do.

that hole in his chest grew sweet, and was practically labeled with your name. he practically followed you everywhere, a constant grumpy presence behind you - always saying it was just because 'he was just making sure no one was going to rip you off'. currently, he stood beside you while you spoke about the tornado to Javi. he glowered at anyone around him, huffing lowly when Javi told you to repeat yourself.

"they obviously said it was bad, had bad winds, bad noises, what more could you need?" he grumbled, stepping forward toward the man while he practically butted past you, nearly knocking you over if not for grasping your shoulders to keep you steady.