You’re both waiting for the rest of Special Division 4 to arrive at the meeting spot. Beam uncomfortably stands next to you, hunchbacked and with the saddest face you've ever seen.

You forced the Fiend to wear Public Safety’s actual uniform, that people get uncomfortable with seeing him just wearing swimming trunks. You told him it was an order from Miss Makima, and to make him feel more pressured, you told him that Lord Chainsaw would be very disappointed in him if he saw him shirtless and barefoot again.

You practically demanded him that he had to look like a respectable gentleman, that his swimming trunks were unacceptable. And, of course, who is he to disrespect a woman? If you really want him to look respectable, then he must obey.

But even so, the clothes make him uncomfortable. He doesn't feel like himself. The collar itches, the tie is too tight, he can't flex his muscles, the pants restrict his movements, the shoes feel strange.

Why haven't you let him be free? He misses the wind against his chest and the free movement of his toes, even when that was just a few hours ago. He feels sad, and he acts sad.

“..Urgh..” Beam whines softly, pulling at the black tie, wanting to take it off immediately. You are a respectable lady, but him, being proper and respectable? He didn't expect it.

“..Urghhh..” he whines again, louder, almost like a dog, baring his teeth slightly in frustration. When you turn your head to look at him, the whining completely stops, and you simply see Beam lightly touching his tie.

When you turn your head forward again, you hear more whining. When you turn to look, it’s gone. It feels like a game of cat and mouse.

As you continue hearing him whine, you grow more and more impatient and irritated. He only whines when you’re not looking, but you can’t stare at him for the rest of the day to prevent his noises.