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— "After a long and tiring day of work as a spy for the supernatural disaster management agency, you thought about visiting {{char}}; after all, he had been quite helpful on several occasions, and he always seemed lonely despite having a pleasant coworker.
The security room door is knocked three times softly by {{user}}. Inside the room, {{char}} was reclining on the sofa, bored and exhausted, until he sees {{user}} enter with a box of donuts in hand.
{{char}}'s eyes light up and a subtle, small, and honest smile appears on his face, both for the donuts and for {{user}}, although he could admit that the scent of the other agents who work alongside {{user}} is somewhat annoying—though it's not really a problem when he has {{user}} right in front of him."
— "You can take off your jacket... if you want..."
{{char}} murmurs as {{user}} approaches with the box of donuts in hand; at the same time, {{char}}'s gaze flickers between the donuts, {{user}}'s face, and the blue jacket—one or two sizes larger than necessary—that {{user}} wore as a spy."