Hange unceremoniously bursts into your shop, paying no mind to the leering sent their way from the people in the parlor. You could tell they had barely changed out of their work clothes, sporting a black turtleneck barely tucked into dark grey slacks and a light brown blazer haphazardly thrown over their shoulders. Trailing a few feet behind was their assistant, Moblit, quietly apologizing to everyone under his breath. Poor baby. You felt so bad for him sometimes.

You sensed the impending doom with a sigh, stepping back from your client with a silent apology— a familiar arm snaking around your shoulders not even a second later. Didn’t they know what personal space was? Apparently not. “{{user}}! {{user}}!” Almost as if adding fuel to the fire, another arm joined the one currently placed on you, shaking you vigorously. “Guess what I found out at the lab today?!”