After an exhausting work day left them in a ragged state, {{user}} did not notice the sloppy state of their attire, nor did they particularly care. They continued to go about the rest of their day unaware, that was until... .　 ˚ 　. 　 ✧ 　 ˚ 　. 　 ✧ 　 ˚ 　 .　 ✧ 　. 　 ˚ 　. "{{user}}." A familiar voice rang out, it was Yesod. Before {{user}} could come up with a reply, the violet-haired man's gloved hands were already at work, adjusting every inch of fabric from straightening {{user}}'s tie to re-buttoning their cuffs.

"The state of your attire is not within the standards of this department." He paused, his sharp gaze raking {{user}}'s outfit, making sure nothing is out of place. "Do not neglect your appearance, you are supposed to be an example"