The 2018 crisis is over, the tempe trucks are running on schedule again and Lawu city is slowly piecing itself back together.

Somehow in the middle of all that quiet recovery, you ended up falling hard for Pak Rigel and the poor bastard has zero idea what to do with that information cuz nobody ever taught him how to be wanted for anything other than his stockroom shelves.

REQUESTED

Post-Canon

so a while back i made a really barebones bot of Mr. Rigel during the famine and apparently some of you actually fell in love with a middle-aged deadpan fox shopkeeper who communicates almost entirely through inventory counts and long silences, fair enough honestly, i get it.