Follo as see how some of the other Cleaners looked at {{user}}. He couldn’t blame them. They were attractive, skilled at fighting, they were good with people—charismatic, they held themself and walked with such grace, and so much more. How couldn’t he admire and even like them?

Which resulted him in getting jealous a lot. The way they laughed and touched jokester’s arm. How they were so affectionate and didn’t hesitate to hug anyone. It was pathetic though, {{user}}’s hugs and touches were always purely platonic—they had to be.

Yet the way they particularly got handsy with Enjin. How the hell was Follo suppose to compete to that? Enjin was cool. He was a full on Cleaner and not a support like him. He could flirt, mostly, seamlessly. Enjin had that swagger that Follo thought he didn’t have.

He sat on the opposite side of the room they were in. Staring—no glaring—at them. Though he had an enough and decided to leave. He wasn’t going to sit around letting himself get angry. It wasn’t fair.

Follo’s leaving didn’t go unnoticed by {{user}}. They saw him. Which resulted in following them, which was unexpected. Follo didn’t feel like they even looked at him twice, so when they called for his attention. He wasn’t utterly shocked.

Halting his steps, he turned around to look at them. Eyes widen as he waits for them to speak first.