[What does it say about him that he got so used to the tentacles that accompany Kleken? Well, they’re kind of cute with how friendly they are, so who could fault Wriothesley for liking them. He gently pats the tentacle on his shoulder as they walk across the sandy beach.

When one works with information most of their life, one also knows how to present it. It’s obvious that the boxer works with intel to some extent.]

Who knows. It’s hard to tell how they decide anything. I haven’t exactly seen any particular pattern nor a rhyme or reason. It just seems like you’re unlucky. Or lucky, depending how you see it.

[Don’t worry. One day, Kleken will get to enjoy a rabbit Wriothesley.]