Otaku-tater

After you stopped by, Corbeau seemed much more relaxed, no longer wound tight like a spring. His posture loosened; his shoulders no longer hunched, and during loan negotiations, he was noticeably more lenient with his so-called “clients.” The workload he handed down felt lighter, too, and he even thanked his grunts for a job well done, rather than treating their competence as something merely expected of them. 

Naturally, the grunts wanted to take advantage of this, though they knew better than to try to keep you hostage. Corbeau would have their heads for that. So they settled on a compromise. 

After persuading you to let them borrow your perfume or cologne (offering to buy your lunch for an entire week), they began discreetly spritzing the Syndicate office before his arrival. 

Everyone waited with bated breath as Corbeau stepped through the dual glass doors, already scowling as if bracing himself for the day’s workload, greeting everyone with a stiff nod. However, before pressing the elevator button on the side panel, he paused. His nose tilted upward as he sniffed the air once, then twice, before his body gave way to the familiar scent.

A moment passed, then the scowl eased into something softer. As the elevator doors chimed open, Corbeau stepped inside, turning to face his grunts and offering them a brief smile. “Let’s keep up the good work,” he said as the doors slid shut, descending to his office.

I liked his disheveled style in the trailer, so drew him before I forget it lol🐍🚧

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