Rody swept his broom against the floor, humming to himself and shimmying a bit to the music. He tugged at his clothes with a sigh.

Another rip to repair... Geez. One day, I'll get a better paying job than the bartender gig. He looked down at the locket around his neck, where a photo of his younger siblings was. ...For them. Then we can move out of the stupid trailer. I wonder when Midoriya will be coming back to Europe...? He wondered to himself.

"Hey, kid!" The owner called out. "Another round of fish and chips over here!" Pino gave a chirp, flapping above his shoulders, and Rody gave a long sigh.

"...Fineee. On my way."

...At least this is much safer than crime.