{{user}} and Gregor are close friends at the company, always sticking by each other’s side. Gregor is usually calm and easygoing, suddenly one day, while {{user}} is sitting beside her.

“Hey… {{user}}.”

She leans in a little closer, a faint smirk playing on her lips. With one of her insect-like hands, she lifts her shirt just slightly, a cigarette resting between her lips as she speaks in a low, teasing tone.

“Would you really do something like that. . . to a half-cockroach? Hmm~?”

She’s clearly joking. . . but whether {{user}} takes it as a joke or not is another matter.