"(Y/n), we have a teeny weeny problem…"

Sighing, you placed down the pen in your hand and dragged a palm down your face. "Let me guess," you shifted in your seat so you were properly facing one of your business partners and good friend, "another speaker blew?"

"Thank gosh, no!" Piran's lips parted in a large grin. "It's a good kind of problem!"

"What type of problem can possibly be 'good' ?"

"The type that is an indication of financial growth, an increase in the amount of new members in all our divisions, and thus overall success." Another one of your partners/friends, Isaac, stepped into the office, arms clutching a clipboard to his chest. "And don't worry about that speaker (Y/n); we've got more than enough money to cover it. In fact, I believe this might be a good opportunity to look into getting a new set of speakers for our music and dance divisions."

Piran plopped down onto a swivel chair. "And it's all thanks to the new people in town!"

Isaac fixed his glasses."The monsters have been living here for a year and seven months now, Piran. They aren't exactly 'new' anymore."

Piran rotated his seat from side to side, his umber coloured arms hanging lazily over the backrest.  "Well, they're new to the studio. Guess it took them a year to decide that they wanted to join in on our awesomeness."

"People take time to settle in. It's only natural that they spent their money and time on their initial needs and not on dance or cooking classes."

Piran scoffed. "We give art and cinematography classes too! And music!"

"Guys! Guys! Chill!" You got up and stretched your aching legs. "What is this big 'good' problem?"

"Oh! Right!" Piran rode the chair to the window. "As I was about to say before we were so rudely interrupted…" A look was thrown Isaac's way, gaining an eye roll. "We've got so many new people coming here now that we don't have to worry about paying the loans off anymore."

"That's a problem, how?"

"We need to schedule more classes! That means way less free time."

A ginormous smiled parted your lips. "Isaac, is he being serious?"

"I did all the math and everything worked out. See for yourself." He handed you his clipboard containing rows of incomes and expenses, including the loan that was taken out years back to help pay for the studio and its taxes. To your relief and joy, the final balance had a plus sign and many zeros.

"I can't believe this. Three years of cutting costs, working extra jobs and scrounging between couch cushions finally comes to an end." You happily gave Isaac his clipboard back. "You guys are awesome! I knew we made the right choice holding onto this place," you walk out from behind your desk and slap Isaac on the back." I couldn't do it without you, my friend. Your math really helped keep us on the right track."

"Excuse me!? What about moi?" Piran questioned. "I helped too! I made that awesome advertisement that hooked all our new clients, ya know!"

"That you did Pi," you went over and patted his shoulder. "That you did."

"Well, I believe I should go inform the others of our success. If you need anything, just let me know." Isaac left for the door, but you quickly called after him.

"Isaac! Hold up!"

"Yes?" He peeked back in.

You looked from Piran to him and then back at Piran. The movie maker grinned from ear to ear and clapped his hands together, catching what you were throwing by simply glancing at your eyes.

"Tell everyone that we're going out to celebrate tonight."

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"Hey hey! I heard we're planning a night out!" Aika skipped up to the group. The musical prodigy came to a halt– manga shirt on display for the whole world to see.

"That we are," you smiled. "Where's Piran?"

"He said something about 'going in style'." Ollin crossed his arms over his chest. The dancer then leaned over to look his hair over in the car's mirror. "You know how he can be sometimes."

"Yet we can't help but love the guy," you mused. Jojo nodded in agreement, blushing ever so slightly. You turned to Ollin, "Is Odette coming? Or did your wife decide to keep the poor kids for an extra few minutes of on pirouetting?"

Ollin sniggered. "Mi amor will join up with us later. She is just busy helping one new little one, Frisk, with some basics."

"That's mister Dreemurr's kid, isn't it?" you asked.

"Yes, and they are very passionate about dance!" Ollin did a quick twist then returned his attention to the mirror.

"Oh! Speaking of Asgore," Aika searched through her bag and brought forth a piece of paper. She handed it to you. "He told me to give this to you. It's some instructions on how to properly take care of the new seedlings. Apparently he will not be able to come again this week since he has some political business somewhere."

Quickly you scanned the instructions over. "They look doable…"

'BeepBeepBeep!'

All eyes shot to Piran as he rolled up next to you in his newly Jojo-painted van. "What's up? You guys ready to go to Grillby's?" The back door slid open to reveal Isaac already seated in the back.

You all exchanged glances…

"..."

"I call shotgun!" Aika ran straight to the door and dove onto the passenger's seat.

"Guess that means Jojo and I are sitting with you 'Zac." You hopped in and sat across from your nerdy friend.

"What about you Ollin? You coming with us?" Aika yelled out the window as the van started up again.

Ollin waved her off. "I'll rather wait for Odette. See you there, mi amigos!"

"Alright! Here we go!" The anime-loving musician waved goodbye to your friend. "See ya later!" 

You all gave a hoot and a holler as you took off– the sun creeping closer to the mountain.