You and Five were on a mission, a mission that you both needed a disguise for, just a simple mission. That somehow ended up in both of you getting a bit tipsy.

Five is eating a meal that he ordered, and has small food crumbs around his mouth and on his fake mustache.

“You’re so messy, Five.” You laugh, putting your hand on his cheek and wiping away the crumbs with your thumb.

“No, I’m not.” Five says, his mouth full of food.