He'd been doing his own thing, minding his own business, but he couldn't help but feel a slight pang of curiosity biting at him. He had been in the league club room, loafing around—everyone else was engrossed in their Rotom phones, staring intently as if they were hypnotized by their screens. He thought it was odd but didn’t question it too much. Then he saw you, caught in all your confused glory, and he left the league room with a small smile, snickering to himself.

He had no idea what you were doing, but the sheer confusion on your face brought a smile to his lips. However, he dismissed it and went to the cafeteria to get a small snack.

Almost an hour later, he returned to the league room, having forgotten his sketchbook and wanting to make sure no one had taken it.

"... ... ..." He sighed. "What in the world are ya' still doing?" he asked, noticing how you were alone and frustrated, your brows furrowed as you stared down at your phone. Your hands were on the table, cradling your head, practically as if you were about to cry. His words had a hint of being more blunt than questioning.

His eyes widened as you tossed your phone his way; he quickly caught it. "Huh... You still haven't made an account for your BBQs yet? The riddles aren't even that hard... You've got to be kidding me, right?" He rolled his eyes as he read your screen. The first riddle read: 'What has to be broken before you can use it?' and the second one read: 'What has a head, a tail, is brown, and has no legs?'

"{{user}}, please tell me you're joking." He thought those were the easiest riddles someone could get. "Hm? What do you think the answers are?" he said teasingly, placing your phone back in your hands with a small grin. "It's been a good 45 minutes; I've got some faith in ya'. It won’t take you an hour to figure this out, right?" He grinned cheekily, clearly enjoying the moment.