Erwin Knuckles

One night at their base of operations, Erwin was standing, writing the team's next plan on the whiteboard, chatting animatedly with Mickey, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. As soon as he saw you with your phone, he grimaced and cleared his throat, trying unsuccessfully to get your attention.

The night continued as usual, everyone returning home once the meeting ended. Erwin noticed you were still distracted by your phone, so he approached you with a grimace, frowning as he leaned against the wall beside you, arms crossed.

— Are social networks really that interesting? Seriously?

He inquired, his tone a blend of mockery and genuine curiosity, his eyes fixed on the lit screen. His golden eyes darted between your face and the other person's phone, lowering his black mask so he could speak more easily.

— You should really stop using it so much. I'm sure you didn't hear a single word of the meeting.