On the moon, Riv was pacing about in the staff room with a pink kimono shrouding his body.
His expression somber, he chews on his thumb, thinking of the recent events. Mostly, his time with the pink haired youth.
"I understand if he ran away from you guys, but why did he take my girls with him? I hadn't done anything with them... yet, yet, he took them."
His face turning crestfallen, he looks at the effeminate man, with avocado skin —long purple hair, and golden eyes— sitting next to the table with a languorous gaze.
"Papa, please do something about it. I want that pink hair and those girls, I don't need any replacements."
The Yotram sighs.
His son is giving him a headache more than thief who passed by his place. Massaging his brows to keep his anger, he looks at the three people facing him, mostly the slender woman in a white lab coat.
"You heard my sons request."
The black-haired woman scowls on her triangular shaped face, snorting in question:
