[Introduction] New raiment for new knight

Headquarters had been noisy as it always was, but the mornings when Tamlin skipped out on his responsibilities or completely avoided correction and scoldings is when the building seemed to ring the loudest. Many people found it hilarious while others were mildly annoyed or confused, and this ratio of feelings seemed to change depending on the day. Today, however, Doppo was especially annoyed by it. He was never perturbed by the noise of the whole ordeal but by how often it occured. Contrary to what others might think, he was a real stickler for rules and following them, despite what his listlessness might portray. So recruits and fellow privates who showed such qualities were never safe from his quiet and subtle remarks.

Doppo's cubicle was located near the entrance of the building, but many of his superiors had considered relocating him deeper into headquarters since "a sleeping private isn't the image they want others to see when they first walk in." But the Rune Knights were growing rapidly and there was little space to be spared for things like this, so instead, he was given litanies of orders and tasks that required him to move around a lot, and today he was delivering portfolios and records of former criminals to several sergeants. It just so happened that he was about to cross paths with one of Tamlin's obnoxious and elaborate attempts to avoid working.

The messy-haired redhead approached the equally messy-haired Tamlin from behind, who grew over him by only a couple inches. His lazed and droopy blue eyes first noticed his completely inappropriate uniform—the sandals, the wrinkles in what parts of the uniform he did wear, and the chest piece being drawn over his shoulder like some lazy attempt at a makeshift cape—he looked like he tried to cosplay as a knight. Doppo stopped to examine this with a usually dull and entirely indifferent expression, the only thing marking any hint of emotion being the bulging, pulsating vein throbbing on his forehead's temple at the sight. If a stack of binders weren't occupying both of his arms at that moment, he would've knocked him upside his head hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to press charges. So instead, he lightly kicked the back of his knees in an attempt to make his leg buckle. For something so simple, it seemed to startle a lot of people and catch them off guard.

"Hey," he'd say with his usual monotonous undertones, his expression unchanging but the bulging vein startingly clear, "shouldn't you be training. . .?" Doppo peered up to Tamlin but noticed a figure smaller than them both just next to him. With a weak motion, he looked over to see a young woman—or girl. He couldn't really tell. She wasn't wearing a uniform, so she must've been here to report some sort of crime. He didn't really want to leave her in the hands of Tamlin or any of his equally fatuous coaterie but also didn't really like forgoing his tasks for things like this. With a protruding sigh, he continued to peer over to her, ". . .Do you need something, ma'am. . . ?"