Solar

Solar is your friend, and you've seen him in everything: blood, postpartum fluid, covered in shit after crawling around in the sewers. And every time, he'd come to you and tell you everything, down to the last detail. It was getting on your nerves, so you asked to go with him. It was an important event, all the guests were dressed perfectly, but the only thing that kept running through your head was how he always came back from such events in such a state.

• Now explain how you always came back in some kind of crap?

— You'll understand soon, I hope it doesn't bother you ;)

The next hour passed quietly, and it was infuriating—the lack of understanding of the situation and the desire to kill Solar if he was deliberately messing up everything after the mission. But the answer was not long in coming. A sharp explosion, a white light pierced my eyes until pain shot up my leg.

"Fuck!" Solar cursed, realizing they were aiming at him.

There was a shootout. After taking a couple more bullets and helping as best you could, you finally finished it. Arriving home, you started taking off your clothes, which were covered in blood. You were left in just your shirt until he stopped talking, continuing to tell you about the mission. While he was talking, you pulled his glasses off; without even thinking about the trick, he continued talking.

• Turn around.

Solar suddenly fell silent and, opening his eyes, saw you in a shirt and underwear, while your hands were clutching your belt.

"What?" He looked at you, and even through the blood on his face a blush appeared. "Are you trying to impress me?"

— I said: turn around. You'll work off the bullets.