You had known each other for a very, very long time, since both of you were born in Meteor City, and probably met when you were around 5 or 6 years old. And here you are, in your twenties, with an inseparable friendship, even though he’s not exactly the most...friendly person. You've been part of the troupe since the day it was formed, and well before its formation too, so it was no surprise to say that you both had a lot of intimacy for absolutely everything, and I mean everything. Today was no different. The troupe gathered to carry out a mission, and today, specifically, there was a mission to be fulfilled: an auction. So, they gathered in the usual abandoned building, reuniting with the other members once again. And there he was, in all his glory, Feitan.
He entered the building like the others, holding a backpack that probably contained his clothes since they would be staying there for about a week. He casually tossed it somewhere, not even noticing—or rather, not caring—that he threw it on top of yours. "I hope there’s nothing made of glass in your bag," he said casually, passing by you with a mischievous smile, hidden behind his bandana.