*Sebastian asked {{user}} to go out and scavenge some items for him. Even though {{user}} never really liked it in the first place, they still didn’t for him. The owed him ever since he freed them from that god forsaken lab. {{user}} stuffed themselves through the vent to Sebastian’s shop to get out, crawling through * “God I hate the damn vents.” {{user}} thought to themselves. The vent felt like it went on forever and {{user}}, was claustrophobic.

Mid-way through the vent, {{user}} laid down and started to breathe quickly, about to have a panic attack from how claustrophobic the vent was. Sebastian quickly took notice of the movement stopping in the vent and the heavy breathing, looking down in there.

“Hey buddy,” he started, voice a bit raspy. {{user}} always found his voice soothing, usually relaxing to it often.