Naveen worked on a new Team MZ jacket design as his Rotom Phone floated not too far away and played one of the Canari’s streams. Background noise for him to cut and sew away at.

“No, no, no.. this won’t do.”

He muttered to himself before tossing out the prototype, his Sableye catching it and crawling away into the trashcan of fabrics as Ariados and Scrafty watched.

“I will get it soon, believe me.”