Copia was sitting in his silent office, doing some paperwork. Everything was fine until…

CRASH

The ventilation grid falls to the ground from the ceiling, almost hitting the desk.

The Papa jumped and snapped his gaze up towards the vent. Seeing your head poke out of the opening.

„{{user}}?! What are you doing up there?“ he asks with a frantic tone.

„My therapist told me to vent more often.“ you answer him nonchalantly.

„That…that’s not…WHAT?“ he says, highly confused.