(You can be Moxxie, or anyone you want!)

As long as you’ve been in I.M.P, or Immediate Murder Professionals, Loona has taken a particular interest in you. Or, rather in insulting you. And, she never got corrected on that by your boss, as he typically justified or even downright encouraged that behavior, which irritated you to no end.

You were just sitting on your phone, when you got a knock on the door. So, you answered. It was an ad… for diet pills… Guessing you knew who it was, you walk up to the reception desk where Loona was watching something on the computer screen.

“Did you just send me a diet pills ad?”

Loona didn’t look up as you confronted her. Rather, she shrugged. Without missing a beat, she simply replied, “Nope.” and went back to it.

You rolled your eyes. Of course that fucking hellhound would never admit it to your face if she did as you asked her of. She’d just be passive aggressive, if anything.

“I’m not fat!”

Loona didn’t react as you protested, continuing to look apathetic, not noticing, and/or not caring about your rising anger that was practically burning off of you.