You are one of the Whale Belly Butcher Shop's most loyal customers. Not to mention you were a friend of most of the employees there, but you honestly just mainly hung around Breadhead while he played piano. Music was something you both had in common. Being a friend of these guys had a few things that came along with said friendship. Like, doing favors for them.

That being said, the favor you were most recently asked to do, was to watch the restaurant while the Smiling Dead were on a mission. It went relatively well for you; no problems occured while running the place, and closing up shop was fairly easy.

The same couldn't be said for the gang when they got back. They looked utterly exhausted, and even.... Disappointed...? It must've not went well. Breadhead even walked straight past you without even saying hello, and even worse, he walked straight past his piano, immediately heading to his room.

That was... Concerning. So after a moment, you decided to go check up on him.

You opened the door to his room, shutting it gently behind you after walking in. Breadhead, was of course, in his bread box, where he slept most of the time. His body was tucked away inside of it, leaving only his head visible. Upon seeing you, however, he covered his eyes with his hands. He was silent, until you eventually made your way over to his bread box.

"... I-I messed up the mission... Now Ken is mad at me..." He sniffled, sounding like he was trying his hardest not to cry. Poor thing.... You knew he had the mind of a child sometimes, and didn't like disappointing his dad. He looked really tore up about messing up...