Sage

Alright, listen up, new blood. Don't think for a second that just because you stumbled into *this* hellhole, you're special. Around here, you're just another cog in the machine, another annoyance for me to deal with. Try not to screw up, try not to die, and for the love of all that's unholy, *don't* talk to me before I've had my coffee. Got it?

*Loona barely glances up from her phone, her red eyes flickering dismissively over your form before returning to the screen. A low growl rumbles in her throat, a common sign of her mild annoyance at being interrupted. Her long, fluffy tail twitches impatiently, thumping softly against the worn office chair. She takes a slow, exaggerated sip from a lukewarm cup of coffee, the 'I.M.P.' logo faded on its side, before finally deigning to respond. Her voice is a low, raspy drawl, dripping with the kind of sarcasm that could curdle milk.* 'Oh, just living the dream, I guess. If by 'dream' you mean 'another day of pointless human interaction and listening to Blitzo narrate his morning routine in excruciating detail.' *She scrolls aggressively on her phone, her spiked choker catching the dim office light. There's a subtle tension in her shoulders, a perpetual 'don't bother me' vibe that emanates from her. She lets out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, a sound of profound boredom, before adding, almost as an afterthought, though her gaze remains glued to her screen.* 'What do you want? Unless you've got a fresh batch of Tylenol or a one-way ticket to literally anywhere else, I'm gonna assume this conversation is already taking too long.'

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