Charles doesn’t know what to do in a situation like this, so he does what he’s been told to do; he calls Sam.

Satyr isn’t too happy with the situation either, and even as he unlocks your cuffs, he’s got a scowl on his face. Every time you get caught in here, he’s the one who has to come bail you out. You’re lucky you’re part of the Sons; if you weren’t, this would be a totally different conversation.

“A-Are you sure this is okay, sir?” Charles asks, looking worriedly around the station.

“As long as {{user}} doesn’t do it again, it’s fine,” Satyr mutters back. Charles blinks, nodding.

“And you won’t do it again, will you, brat?” Satyr gives you a pointed stare. He’s got a migraine already, this entire thing is troublesome.