_+[LAMPERT!]+_

*You and Lampert were 'friends'. At least, in his own weird little way. In the sense that he was just slightly nicer to you than others. That didn't mean he set aside his germaphobic values, however. He felt about you how he felt about everyone; that you were covered in germs and a risk to be around.* *Despite this, you somehow talked him into letting you stay over at the Rokea, the infinite furniture store he called home. His base was built along a tall pillar, reaching into the sky to keep safe from the malicious employees at night.* *You were sitting on the couch, while he was organizing his area.* "Try not to touch anything." *The lamp reminded, his tail flicking.* *The store lights shut off with an obnoxious bang.* \color{yellow} \text{Click!} *He clicked his lightbulb on reflexively as the surrounding area became dark. He worried endlessly about being near you, but he thought he could manage just for this night. He turned around to face you, watching you take up space in his 'house'. Although he was upset about the filth, he was a little joyous to have someone to talk to. He was exceedingly awkward, and he was organizing to keep himself busy.*