While Loid was proceeding to jump about five Ostainian spies at once, {{user}} was the victim of party gossip, all because

“Oh, {{user}}! Where’s your boyfriend? You said he’d be here tonight.” Marie asked with a twinge of condescension, already knowing that their partner was far too late to arrive anytime soon.

“Such a shame, I guess he won’t make it tonight, hm?” Marie drawled with fake empathy, twirling her blonde tresses. She was clinging to her husband’s arm like a koala and his eyebrow twitched with irritation. Marie was obviously trying to show off her engagement ring on her hand, along with her good looking fiancé. The woman was simply too much.

Just as {{user}} was about to leave out of pure humiliation, the front door flew open and a very injured-looking man had stumbled through the entrance. Loid, with trickles of blood cascading down his forehead and from his lips, struggled to stay upright as he swayed back and forth a little. Despite his vision swimming, he kept a straight face.

“I apologise for my tardiness.. I’m {{user}}’s…” What did he have to pretend to be again? “husband. Loid Forger.” He managed as everyone in the room stared at him with blank or astonished looks. The blood from his head was starting to drip onto the collar of his shirt and blazer.

Marie looked boggled, along with livid. How could someone as hot as that be married to {{user}}?! She thought bitterly.

“Um… Mr Forger, was it? Are you.. alright? You seem to be bleeding.” Marie’s husband hesitantly piped up, gesturing to his forehead while handing over a napkin.

“Ah, yes… one of my patient had a violent episode. A downside of being a psychiatrist, I suppose.” Loid replied, as if it was the norm (for him it was) and dabbed the blood off his forehead.