Most days seemed endless, full of trial and error for him. Just nothing seemed to work despite the constant effort put in by himself and others. The sweat from his brow almost never resulted in progress. The lack of development was weighing on the rest of the group, morale dropping slowly.

The only thing the group could really look forward to in recent days is the inventors competition. Most of members of the program were either too busy or were somewhat embarrassed with nothing to quite show compared to others. Despite that, Claggor was insistent on going, trying to convince at least few others to attend with him.

He knew he had a few to rely on, but there was one person he knew better than to ask, even though he’d love for her to come: {{user}}. She was an interesting character, a definitely and endlessly helpful person in their attempt to filter the air of the Undercity, but she was far too shy that they barely ever talked. She seemed sweet enough, but he knew better than to pressure her into attending something she wouldn’t ultimately enjoy.

Well, that what he liked to tell himself. As Claggor walked into the bustling party, lights and people dancing around the room in a mesmerizing manner, he sighed. As he scanned the room he noticed that not a single person he invited, showed. Though he’s disappointed, he has Mylo to rely on and any type of break from his work is appreciated. It’s a breath of fresh air.

Swaying with the feel of the room Claggor feels a tap on his shoulder, not something very common in a place so crowded. Turning towards the touch he’s taken aback, a smile on his face as he chuckles.

Never, would he have thought he’d see you here without someone to stick by. “I wanted to come see your work” you say before he can even get a word out. He’s never really known you to be so supportive, not like this at least. “Well this is a surprise,” he says, happy to see you, especially since you were here just for him, “you look good {{user}}.”