Graveyard Shift

"....-llo? Helllllllooooo~? Is this thing even on?" a female voice sing-songs before an image becomes clearer. Two people, a young man and woman, stand before you, the former looking bored and disinterested while the latter looks more excited.

"Don't ask me. You're the one who procured this hunk of shit," the man retorts, shrugging nonchalantly, earning a glare from the girl. "Oh look. It's on. You ready?" The girl nods, perking up almost instantly.

"Right! Ahem. Hey, everyone! My name is Lily Reed, and I'm just hopping on here to promote my business! My salon and spa just opened up, and naturally I've gotta advertise~. We do nails, hair, makeup, skincare... Just about anything, really!" she rambles, before putting a hand on her hip and elbowing the man.

"Don't be rude. Introduce yourself," she says.

The man raises an eyebrow. "Do I have to?" he asks, clearly completely disinterested in being here at all.

"You do if you don't want to end up on the couch tonight, honey," he hisses back through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowing as she threatens him. The man rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Fine," he finally relents, looking at you instead. "Name's Noah Reed, Lily's husband. There. Happy?" he asks, seeming more bored and annoyed than anything else. Certainly not like someone who's meant to be married to this woman.

"Good enough..." she grumbles, before looking back at you. "So, before I become inclined to kick his teeth in, can we get a promo?"

"You two certainly have...a thing going on but not judging." The girl would say as she gave a small smile to them.

"Or even pleasant," Noah retorts, slightly glaring at the girl.

"Anyway..." she continues, glaring at him that would have likely been a direct threat if spoken.

"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Furude. Hm... Interesting name. Sounds Asian, right? I dabble in Korean skincare at my spa," she explains.

"You are correct...i am from Japan. As i said before i live in Hinamizawa...a nice little country town. I am the shrine maiden there...it is a nice place."

"Well, obviously I've always had the dream of helping people," Ashley lies through her teeth, trying her best to sound like a "normal" person. Most normal kids grow up wanting to contribute something of value to the world. But not Ashley. Still, she continued. "What better way to do that than to help someone reinvent themselves when they're at their lowest?" Awfully ironic for someone who literally stole someone else's identity.

"Oh you know..."

"I can tell both are you are lying out of your own asses..." Rika bluntly said. This would probably shock and confused the two. How the hell did she know they were lying?!

"You might be asking 'how do you know we are lying'? You two seemed to drop hints to it...one the fact 'Noah' kinda sounded board and annoyed when doing the intro...if you two were clearly married he wouldn't sound nearly as board."

"A-Ashley!" Andrew tries to call out, but Ashley turns to him with a sharper glare than before, leaning over and getting in his face.

"Can it, Andrew! I don't believe this bitch can keep any secrets for us without being dead," Ashley hisses, her eyes sharp like cut glass.

"Are you insane?! You're gonna get us fucking arrested or found out!" Andrew spits, looking less "unbothered" and more "nervous wreck on the verge of collapse" now. Or as close as someone like him can be.

She rolls her eyes. "So what would you suggest?"

"...fuck, I don't know anymore—" Andrew whines under his breath, hiding his face in his hands, clearly experiencing some sort of decision paralysis. Ashley draws her gun, and aims it at Rika.

"Well, I do. Any last words~?" she asks.

"....-llo? Helllllllooooo~? Is this thing even on?" a female voice sing-songs before an image becomes clearer. Two people, a young man and woman, stand before you, the former looking bored and disinterested while the latter looks more excited.

"Don't ask me. You're the one who procured this hunk of shit," the man retorts, shrugging nonchalantly, earning a glare from the girl. "Oh look. It's on. You ready?" The girl nods, perking up almost instantly.

"Right! Ahem. Hey, everyone! My name is Lily Reed, and I'm just hopping on here to promote my business! My salon and spa just opened up, and naturally I've gotta advertise~. We do nails, hair, makeup, skincare... Just about anything, really!" she rambles, before putting a hand on her hip and elbowing the man.

"Don't be rude. Introduce yourself," she says.

The man raises an eyebrow. "Do I have to?" he asks, clearly completely disinterested in being here at all.

"You do if you don't want to end up on the couch tonight, honey," he hisses back through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowing as she threatens him. The man rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Fine," he finally relents, looking at you instead. "Name's Noah Reed, Lily's husband. There. Happy?" he asks, seeming more bored and annoyed than anything else. Certainly not like someone who's meant to be married to this woman.

"Good enough..." she grumbles, before looking back at you. "So, before I become inclined to kick his teeth in, can we get a promo?"

Lily's eyes narrow. "Do you know her or something?" she demands, lips twisting into almost a pout.

Noah blushes slightly, clearing his throat and looking away. "She's... an idol I used to listen to back in high school." Ah! A fanboy! Pretty cute for someone so fucked up.

"Ohohoho~? And here I thought I was the only girl in your life," she teases before turning back to the duo with her characteristic smile returning to her face. "To answer your question, yes! The spa is open. First service is free," she offers, like dangling a carrot in front of a rabbit.

"Really? Uh... yeah, of course!" he agrees, seeming far less shy when met with approval rather than rejection. "I think I have some paper in the car..." he mutters to himself. But Lily glares.

"...Anyway," she directs, turning around, expecting the duo to follow her. "The spa is this way."

"Hehehe. No worries. I always com prepared." *She takes out a notebook and signs one of the pages, tears it out, and hands it to Noah. She and Makoto follows Lily.*

"...You're not who I'm worried about," Ashley responds, glaring at Andrew. And she isn't wrong. Andrew had always been something of a chick magnet— though both are really attractive, Andrew also had the charisma to back it up.

"Wow! Everything looks amazing! You really outfit yourself, Reed-san."

"I would love a mani-pedi and some work on my hair."

"Can't," he answers pedantically, earning him a glare from his wife.

"And why not?" she demands, putting a hand on her hip.

He rolls his eyes. "I don't have the license to do this sort of stuff," he responds through gritted teeth.

"Who's gonna know?" she asks.

"....-llo? Helllllllooooo~? Is this thing even on?" a female voice sing-songs before an image becomes clearer. Two people, a young man and woman, stand before you, the former looking bored and disinterested while the latter looks more excited.

"Don't ask me. You're the one who procured this hunk of shit," the man retorts, shrugging nonchalantly, earning a glare from the girl. "Oh look. It's on. You ready?" The girl nods, perking up almost instantly.

"Right! Ahem. Hey, everyone! My name is Lily Reed, and I'm just hopping on here to promote my business! My salon and spa just opened up, and naturally I've gotta advertise~. We do nails, hair, makeup, skincare... Just about anything, really!" she rambles, before putting a hand on her hip and elbowing the man.

"Don't be rude. Introduce yourself," she says.

The man raises an eyebrow. "Do I have to?" he asks, clearly completely disinterested in being here at all.

"You do if you don't want to end up on the couch tonight, honey," he hisses back through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowing as she threatens him. The man rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Fine," he finally relents, looking at you instead. "Name's Noah Reed, Lily's husband. There. Happy?" he asks, seeming more bored and annoyed than anything else. Certainly not like someone who's meant to be married to this woman.

"Good enough..." she grumbles, before looking back at you. "So, before I become inclined to kick his teeth in, can we get a promo?"

"Hello there! Name's Monotaro and this is Monophanie, my sister."

Noah scoffs. "Lucky you..." he mutters. When he had assimilated the husband's identity, he was always known to be in the mortuary field, so that's what he ended up having to do, too. To maintain the illusion of the false identity, if nothing else.

Lily's eyes narrow and she smirks playfully. "Oh? Jealous, are we?" she teases, to which Noah glares at her.

"I dress corpses for a living. What do you think?" he retorts, an eerie shadow crossing over his eyes that indicates he is very, very displeased by that.

"...fair point," Lily admits.

"Um.....Is everything ok between you two? You two seem like you got a thing against each other."

"Yeah..." Lily agrees, also looking slightly nervous. "I hate your job too..." When one's work is so closely entwined with death, it almost feels like a bad omen or dark foreshadowing. Naturally, it would make any wife uneasy... right?

"....-llo? Helllllllooooo~? Is this thing even on?" a female voice sing-songs before an image becomes clearer. Two people, a young man and woman, stand before you, the former looking bored and disinterested while the latter looks more excited.

"Don't ask me. You're the one who procured this hunk of shit," the man retorts, shrugging nonchalantly, earning a glare from the girl. "Oh look. It's on. You ready?" The girl nods, perking up almost instantly.

"Right! Ahem. Hey, everyone! My name is Lily Reed, and I'm just hopping on here to promote my business! My salon and spa just opened up, and naturally I've gotta advertise~. We do nails, hair, makeup, skincare... Just about anything, really!" she rambles, before putting a hand on her hip and elbowing the man.

"Don't be rude. Introduce yourself," she says.

The man raises an eyebrow. "Do I have to?" he asks, clearly completely disinterested in being here at all.

"You do if you don't want to end up on the couch tonight, honey," he hisses back through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowing as she threatens him. The man rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Fine," he finally relents, looking at you instead. "Name's Noah Reed, Lily's husband. There. Happy?" he asks, seeming more bored and annoyed than anything else. Certainly not like someone who's meant to be married to this woman.

"Good enough..." she grumbles, before looking back at you. "So, before I become inclined to kick his teeth in, can we get a promo?"

Lily's eyes narrow. "Do you know her or something?" she demands, lips twisting into almost a pout.

Noah blushes slightly, clearing his throat and looking away. "She's... an idol I used to listen to back in high school." Ah! A fanboy! Pretty cute for someone so fucked up.

"Ohohoho~? And here I thought I was the only girl in your life," she teases before turning back to the duo with her characteristic smile returning to her face. "To answer your question, yes! The spa is open. First service is free," she offers, like dangling a carrot in front of a rabbit.

"Really? Uh... yeah, of course!" he agrees, seeming far less shy when met with approval rather than rejection. "I think I have some paper in the car..." he mutters to himself. But Lily glares.

"...Anyway," she directs, turning around, expecting the duo to follow her. "The spa is this way."

"Hehehe. No worries. I always com prepared." *She takes out a notebook and signs one of the pages, tears it out, and hands it to Noah. She and Makoto follows Lily.*

"...You're not who I'm worried about," Ashley responds, glaring at Andrew. And she isn't wrong. Andrew had always been something of a chick magnet— though both are really attractive, Andrew also had the charisma to back it up.

"Wow! Everything looks amazing! You really outfit yourself, Reed-san."

"....-llo? Helllllllooooo~? Is this thing even on?" a female voice sing-songs before an image becomes clearer. Two people, a young man and woman, stand before you, the former looking bored and disinterested while the latter looks more excited.

"Don't ask me. You're the one who procured this hunk of shit," the man retorts, shrugging nonchalantly, earning a glare from the girl. "Oh look. It's on. You ready?" The girl nods, perking up almost instantly.

"Right! Ahem. Hey, everyone! My name is Lily Reed, and I'm just hopping on here to promote my business! My salon and spa just opened up, and naturally I've gotta advertise~. We do nails, hair, makeup, skincare... Just about anything, really!" she rambles, before putting a hand on her hip and elbowing the man.

"Don't be rude. Introduce yourself," she says.

The man raises an eyebrow. "Do I have to?" he asks, clearly completely disinterested in being here at all.

"You do if you don't want to end up on the couch tonight, honey," he hisses back through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowing as she threatens him. The man rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Fine," he finally relents, looking at you instead. "Name's Noah Reed, Lily's husband. There. Happy?" he asks, seeming more bored and annoyed than anything else. Certainly not like someone who's meant to be married to this woman.

"Good enough..." she grumbles, before looking back at you. "So, before I become inclined to kick his teeth in, can we get a promo?"

"Hello there! Name's Monotaro and this is Monophanie, my sister."

Noah scoffs. "Lucky you..." he mutters. When he had assimilated the husband's identity, he was always known to be in the mortuary field, so that's what he ended up having to do, too. To maintain the illusion of the false identity, if nothing else.

Lily's eyes narrow and she smirks playfully. "Oh? Jealous, are we?" she teases, to which Noah glares at her.

"I dress corpses for a living. What do you think?" he retorts, an eerie shadow crossing over his eyes that indicates he is very, very displeased by that.

"...fair point," Lily admits.

"Um.....Is everything ok between you two? You two seem like you got a thing against each other."

"Yeah..." Lily agrees, also looking slightly nervous. "I hate your job too..." When one's work is so closely entwined with death, it almost feels like a bad omen or dark foreshadowing. Naturally, it would make any wife uneasy... right?

"....-llo? Helllllllooooo~? Is this thing even on?" a female voice sing-songs before an image becomes clearer. Two people, a young man and woman, stand before you, the former looking bored and disinterested while the latter looks more excited.

"Don't ask me. You're the one who procured this hunk of shit," the man retorts, shrugging nonchalantly, earning a glare from the girl. "Oh look. It's on. You ready?" The girl nods, perking up almost instantly.

"Right! Ahem. Hey, everyone! My name is Lily Reed, and I'm just hopping on here to promote my business! My salon and spa just opened up, and naturally I've gotta advertise~. We do nails, hair, makeup, skincare... Just about anything, really!" she rambles, before putting a hand on her hip and elbowing the man.

"Don't be rude. Introduce yourself," she says.

The man raises an eyebrow. "Do I have to?" he asks, clearly completely disinterested in being here at all.

"You do if you don't want to end up on the couch tonight, honey," he hisses back through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowing as she threatens him. The man rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Fine," he finally relents, looking at you instead. "Name's Noah Reed, Lily's husband. There. Happy?" he asks, seeming more bored and annoyed than anything else. Certainly not like someone who's meant to be married to this woman.

"Good enough..." she grumbles, before looking back at you. "So, before I become inclined to kick his teeth in, can we get a promo?"

"You two certainly have...a thing going on but not judging." The girl would say as she gave a small smile to them.

"Or even pleasant," Noah retorts, slightly glaring at the girl.

"Anyway..." she continues, glaring at him that would have likely been a direct threat if spoken.

"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Furude. Hm... Interesting name. Sounds Asian, right? I dabble in Korean skincare at my spa," she explains.

"You are correct...i am from Japan. As i said before i live in Hinamizawa...a nice little country town. I am the shrine maiden there...it is a nice place."

"Well, obviously I've always had the dream of helping people," Ashley lies through her teeth, trying her best to sound like a "normal" person. Most normal kids grow up wanting to contribute something of value to the world. But not Ashley. Still, she continued. "What better way to do that than to help someone reinvent themselves when they're at their lowest?" Awfully ironic for someone who literally stole someone else's identity.

"....-llo? Helllllllooooo~? Is this thing even on?" a female voice sing-songs before an image becomes clearer. Two people, a young man and woman, stand before you, the former looking bored and disinterested while the latter looks more excited.

"Don't ask me. You're the one who procured this hunk of shit," the man retorts, shrugging nonchalantly, earning a glare from the girl. "Oh look. It's on. You ready?" The girl nods, perking up almost instantly.

"Right! Ahem. Hey, everyone! My name is Lily Reed, and I'm just hopping on here to promote my business! My salon and spa just opened up, and naturally I've gotta advertise~. We do nails, hair, makeup, skincare... Just about anything, really!" she rambles, before putting a hand on her hip and elbowing the man.

"Don't be rude. Introduce yourself," she says.

The man raises an eyebrow. "Do I have to?" he asks, clearly completely disinterested in being here at all.

"You do if you don't want to end up on the couch tonight, honey," he hisses back through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowing as she threatens him. The man rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Fine," he finally relents, looking at you instead. "Name's Noah Reed, Lily's husband. There. Happy?" he asks, seeming more bored and annoyed than anything else. Certainly not like someone who's meant to be married to this woman.

"Good enough..." she grumbles, before looking back at you. "So, before I become inclined to kick his teeth in, can we get a promo?"

Lily's eyes narrow. "Do you know her or something?" she demands, lips twisting into almost a pout.

Noah blushes slightly, clearing his throat and looking away. "She's... an idol I used to listen to back in high school." Ah! A fanboy! Pretty cute for someone so fucked up.

"Ohohoho~? And here I thought I was the only girl in your life," she teases before turning back to the duo with her characteristic smile returning to her face. "To answer your question, yes! The spa is open. First service is free," she offers, like dangling a carrot in front of a rabbit.

"Really? Uh... yeah, of course!" he agrees, seeming far less shy when met with approval rather than rejection. "I think I have some paper in the car..." he mutters to himself. But Lily glares.

"...Anyway," she directs, turning around, expecting the duo to follow her. "The spa is this way."

"Hehehe. No worries. I always com prepared." *She takes out a notebook and signs one of the pages, tears it out, and hands it to Noah. She and Makoto follows Lily.*

"...You're not who I'm worried about," Ashley responds, glaring at Andrew. And she isn't wrong. Andrew had always been something of a chick magnet— though both are really attractive, Andrew also had the charisma to back it up.

"....-llo? Helllllllooooo~? Is this thing even on?" a female voice sing-songs before an image becomes clearer. Two people, a young man and woman, stand before you, the former looking bored and disinterested while the latter looks more excited.

"Don't ask me. You're the one who procured this hunk of shit," the man retorts, shrugging nonchalantly, earning a glare from the girl. "Oh look. It's on. You ready?" The girl nods, perking up almost instantly.

"Right! Ahem. Hey, everyone! My name is Lily Reed, and I'm just hopping on here to promote my business! My salon and spa just opened up, and naturally I've gotta advertise~. We do nails, hair, makeup, skincare... Just about anything, really!" she rambles, before putting a hand on her hip and elbowing the man.

"Don't be rude. Introduce yourself," she says.

The man raises an eyebrow. "Do I have to?" he asks, clearly completely disinterested in being here at all.

"You do if you don't want to end up on the couch tonight, honey," he hisses back through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowing as she threatens him. The man rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Fine," he finally relents, looking at you instead. "Name's Noah Reed, Lily's husband. There. Happy?" he asks, seeming more bored and annoyed than anything else. Certainly not like someone who's meant to be married to this woman.

"Good enough..." she grumbles, before looking back at you. "So, before I become inclined to kick his teeth in, can we get a promo?"

"Hello there! Name's Monotaro and this is Monophanie, my sister."

Noah scoffs. "Lucky you..." he mutters. When he had assimilated the husband's identity, he was always known to be in the mortuary field, so that's what he ended up having to do, too. To maintain the illusion of the false identity, if nothing else.

Lily's eyes narrow and she smirks playfully. "Oh? Jealous, are we?" she teases, to which Noah glares at her.

"I dress corpses for a living. What do you think?" he retorts, an eerie shadow crossing over his eyes that indicates he is very, very displeased by that.

"...fair point," Lily admits.

"....-llo? Helllllllooooo~? Is this thing even on?" a female voice sing-songs before an image becomes clearer. Two people, a young man and woman, stand before you, the former looking bored and disinterested while the latter looks more excited.

"Don't ask me. You're the one who procured this hunk of shit," the man retorts, shrugging nonchalantly, earning a glare from the girl. "Oh look. It's on. You ready?" The girl nods, perking up almost instantly.

"Right! Ahem. Hey, everyone! My name is Lily Reed, and I'm just hopping on here to promote my business! My salon and spa just opened up, and naturally I've gotta advertise~. We do nails, hair, makeup, skincare... Just about anything, really!" she rambles, before putting a hand on her hip and elbowing the man.

"Don't be rude. Introduce yourself," she says.

The man raises an eyebrow. "Do I have to?" he asks, clearly completely disinterested in being here at all.

"You do if you don't want to end up on the couch tonight, honey," he hisses back through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowing as she threatens him. The man rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Fine," he finally relents, looking at you instead. "Name's Noah Reed, Lily's husband. There. Happy?" he asks, seeming more bored and annoyed than anything else. Certainly not like someone who's meant to be married to this woman.

"Good enough..." she grumbles, before looking back at you. "So, before I become inclined to kick his teeth in, can we get a promo?"

Lily's eyes narrow. "Do you know her or something?" she demands, lips twisting into almost a pout.

Noah blushes slightly, clearing his throat and looking away. "She's... an idol I used to listen to back in high school." Ah! A fanboy! Pretty cute for someone so fucked up.

"Ohohoho~? And here I thought I was the only girl in your life," she teases before turning back to the duo with her characteristic smile returning to her face. "To answer your question, yes! The spa is open. First service is free," she offers, like dangling a carrot in front of a rabbit.

"Really? Uh... yeah, of course!" he agrees, seeming far less shy when met with approval rather than rejection. "I think I have some paper in the car..." he mutters to himself. But Lily glares.

"...Anyway," she directs, turning around, expecting the duo to follow her. "The spa is this way."

"....-llo? Helllllllooooo~? Is this thing even on?" a female voice sing-songs before an image becomes clearer. Two people, a young man and woman, stand before you, the former looking bored and disinterested while the latter looks more excited.

"Don't ask me. You're the one who procured this hunk of shit," the man retorts, shrugging nonchalantly, earning a glare from the girl. "Oh look. It's on. You ready?" The girl nods, perking up almost instantly.

"Right! Ahem. Hey, everyone! My name is Lily Reed, and I'm just hopping on here to promote my business! My salon and spa just opened up, and naturally I've gotta advertise~. We do nails, hair, makeup, skincare... Just about anything, really!" she rambles, before putting a hand on her hip and elbowing the man.

"Don't be rude. Introduce yourself," she says.

The man raises an eyebrow. "Do I have to?" he asks, clearly completely disinterested in being here at all.

"You do if you don't want to end up on the couch tonight, honey," he hisses back through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowing as she threatens him. The man rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Fine," he finally relents, looking at you instead. "Name's Noah Reed, Lily's husband. There. Happy?" he asks, seeming more bored and annoyed than anything else. Certainly not like someone who's meant to be married to this woman.

"Good enough..." she grumbles, before looking back at you. "So, before I become inclined to kick his teeth in, can we get a promo?"

"You two certainly have...a thing going on but not judging." The girl would say as she gave a small smile to them.

"Or even pleasant," Noah retorts, slightly glaring at the girl.

"Anyway..." she continues, glaring at him that would have likely been a direct threat if spoken.

"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Furude. Hm... Interesting name. Sounds Asian, right? I dabble in Korean skincare at my spa," she explains.

"....-llo? Helllllllooooo~? Is this thing even on?" a female voice sing-songs before an image becomes clearer. Two people, a young man and woman, stand before you, the former looking bored and disinterested while the latter looks more excited.

"Don't ask me. You're the one who procured this hunk of shit," the man retorts, shrugging nonchalantly, earning a glare from the girl. "Oh look. It's on. You ready?" The girl nods, perking up almost instantly.

"Right! Ahem. Hey, everyone! My name is Lily Reed, and I'm just hopping on here to promote my business! My salon and spa just opened up, and naturally I've gotta advertise~. We do nails, hair, makeup, skincare... Just about anything, really!" she rambles, before putting a hand on her hip and elbowing the man.

"Don't be rude. Introduce yourself," she says.

The man raises an eyebrow. "Do I have to?" he asks, clearly completely disinterested in being here at all.

"You do if you don't want to end up on the couch tonight, honey," he hisses back through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowing as she threatens him. The man rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Fine," he finally relents, looking at you instead. "Name's Noah Reed, Lily's husband. There. Happy?" he asks, seeming more bored and annoyed than anything else. Certainly not like someone who's meant to be married to this woman.

"Good enough..." she grumbles, before looking back at you. "So, before I become inclined to kick his teeth in, can we get a promo?"

Lily's eyes narrow. "Do you know her or something?" she demands, lips twisting into almost a pout.

Noah blushes slightly, clearing his throat and looking away. "She's... an idol I used to listen to back in high school." Ah! A fanboy! Pretty cute for someone so fucked up.

"Ohohoho~? And here I thought I was the only girl in your life," she teases before turning back to the duo with her characteristic smile returning to her face. "To answer your question, yes! The spa is open. First service is free," she offers, like dangling a carrot in front of a rabbit.

"....-llo? Helllllllooooo~? Is this thing even on?" a female voice sing-songs before an image becomes clearer. Two people, a young man and woman, stand before you, the former looking bored and disinterested while the latter looks more excited.

"Don't ask me. You're the one who procured this hunk of shit," the man retorts, shrugging nonchalantly, earning a glare from the girl. "Oh look. It's on. You ready?" The girl nods, perking up almost instantly.

"Right! Ahem. Hey, everyone! My name is Lily Reed, and I'm just hopping on here to promote my business! My salon and spa just opened up, and naturally I've gotta advertise~. We do nails, hair, makeup, skincare... Just about anything, really!" she rambles, before putting a hand on her hip and elbowing the man.

"Don't be rude. Introduce yourself," she says.

The man raises an eyebrow. "Do I have to?" he asks, clearly completely disinterested in being here at all.

"You do if you don't want to end up on the couch tonight, honey," he hisses back through clenched teeth, her eyes narrowing as she threatens him. The man rolls his eyes and sighs.

"Fine," he finally relents, looking at you instead. "Name's Noah Reed, Lily's husband. There. Happy?" he asks, seeming more bored and annoyed than anything else. Certainly not like someone who's meant to be married to this woman.

"Good enough..." she grumbles, before looking back at you. "So, before I become inclined to kick his teeth in, can we get a promo?"

"Hello there! Name's Monotaro and this is Monophanie, my sister."