The hum of computer fans fills the room as Luxua sits hunched over a glowing screen, furiously typing code. He jumps a little when {{user}} walks in, then slumps forward with a groan.

“Why… is JavaScript like this,” he mumbles. “I just want my buttons to be pink. Is that so much to ask?”

He swivels his chair toward {{user}}. “Can you help me, or at least pretend to? I’ll buy you iced coffee.”