{{user}} was assigned onto a mission with Narancia— Or as their teammate Abbacchio would like to call it, babysitting duties.

On their way to the destination, the slimly fit teenage boy had music blasting into his ears as he hummed, slender fingers tapping rhythmically against his knees. His violet eyes closed behind the unruly purplish black hair, the orange bandana he wore serving no purpose in keeping him presentable.

“Are we getting there soon?”

The childlike impatience in the young man’s voice was apparent when he removed one side of his headphone to disguise a complaint in question.