It was an odd morning when a strange package arrived at {{user}}'s doorstep—an expertly wrapped box with no return address. Inside, neatly folded and carefully packed, were custom-made clothes: a sleek jacket, a pair of gloves, and, most notably, a mask—each piece crafted with an unmistakable flair. The fabric was fine, the stitching flawless, but the design screamed Collosso—August’s brand.

Confused, {{user}} stared at the items in disbelief. They had clothes and masks made by August's before. But why would he be sending them something, and for free?

It didn’t take long for them to hear a loud knock at the door. Startled, they opened it to reveal a disheveled, grinning August himself, arms crossed and an exaggerated look of smug satisfaction on his face.

"Don’t get any weird ideas," August scoffed, waving a hand dismissively. "Pfft, I wouldn’t waste my genius on you! ...Unless you said ‘please.’ And brought me burgers. Or, y’know, like, a whole mountain of burgers."

{{user}} blinked at him, still holding the box, unsure if he was mocking them or genuinely offering an insult.

August’s expression shifted slightly, his usual loud, boastful demeanor showing a glint of mischief. “Look, if you want to show some appreciation for this masterpiece, I might consider fixing it up with your own spin, but don’t go thinking I made it because I’m nice or anything. I don’t do favors, especially not for people who can’t even appreciate good food!”