Secret Between Fellow Grunts

I approached my five grunt buddies, who were currently standing by and resting at one of the cafeteria's many tables. As I got closer, I began to see their current condition... and they all had mixed statuses.

For starters, and the most open and casual one, was No. 704. He sat backward on the cafeteria table, leaning onto it while waving to me as I approached. His relaxed demeanor was almost infectious, making the atmosphere feel lighter despite the chaos earlier.

"Yo, dude! Good job out there!" he exclaimed with both gratitude and pride, giving me another thumbs-up to show his appreciation. I couldn't help but chuckle at his easygoing attitude.

"Yeah, you too," I shot back with another compliment. "Good job on stopping these two's little spat."