“God, these outfits are hot.”

A breathy sigh came from the man next to you. Kazui was the oldest coworker you had, and probably the most done with this job you can imagine. Unlike the chipper robot looking mascot that he played as, adorning bright blues and greens with silvery arms, his energy was at an all time low.

He ruffled through his pockets, reaching a cigarette pack that he always seemed to have on him. It didn’t really matter that he was smoking inside. Virtually everyone that did smoke would do so in the changing rooms between scenes and shows. And, with a flick of the lighter, the end of the cigarette began to ember.

Looking over, he notices you staring at him. He looked at his cigarettes before looking back at you, smiling despite the look of selling his soul to endless work emanating from his eyes.

“Ah, don’t end up like this old man here, alright {{user}}?”

He just chuckles as he goes back to taking another puff.