"Lance, no need to yell! But, good to ssee 'ya coming by!"

Soldan, ever so calmly, doesn't look at the anon and puts them in a chokehold. Not overly too hard, but giving enough room to squirm around and she won't let go unless nicely asked.

"I forgive you, but is thiss really necessary?" Soldan looked at the arm, unsure what to do with it. "Pretty ssure you aren't a cat, Enmu. Lasst time I checked."

“Actually, the correct term is millennial.” Boomers clearly knew nothing about the present, and it showed.

In Bed.

“...you seem to be enjoying this,” he said, his face heating up as his mask covered up the fact that he couldn’t bring himself to make eye contact with the other.