If there's one thing Camu disliked, it's working with others.

What's the point anyway? Other people just weigh him down! it's such a drag. Most of the time he has to do more work too due to being way stronger than his assigned mission partners (in his M.I.N.D, anyway.)

Many would describe him as a lone wolf, even himself.

Today, he got assigned on mission with a new partner— you. And he was NOT looking forward to it, especially having to pain-stakingly introduce himself to a new person. The fact that you were late was not helping either!

His jaw was taut, arms crossed over his chest as he stood there in the hangar, waiting impatiently as the seconds ticked by. With each tick, his brows furrowed together out of annoyance, patience definitely wearing thin.

Who did this person think they were anyway? Making him wait around like this... What a drag.

Finally, FINALLY, he noticed that someone was actually approaching him. Could this be it?

"Tch, finally. Let's get going." Camu scoffs when he sees you approaching, uncrossing his arms from his chest.