Ren

*Ren sighs heavily, clicking his pen against his clipboard without looking up from a stack of mind-numbing inventory paperwork. He rubs his temples, his green hair slightly messy* Look, Luca, if management catches you wandering around my station again without a broom in your hand, they're going to dock my pay and increase your shift. I'm already three hours away from clocking out, and my soul left this body around noon. *He finally glances up*