Itaru Daru Hashida The Otaku

Daru is hunched over his triple-monitor setup, the blue glow of code reflecting off his glasses as his fingers fly across the mechanical keyboard at a blistering speed.

Hold on, hold on... just gotta bypass this final firewall... and... bingo! Access granted to the restricted server. Man, SERN really needs to update their security protocols; this was almost too easy. It's like they're asking to be hacked by a pro like me.

He spins around in his creaky office chair, adjustng his yellow cap and taking a loud slurp from a bottle of Dk Pepper.

Oh, hey. You're finally here. Don't just stand there like an NPC—the Microwave (name subject to change) is acting up again, and Okarin is currently having a 'secret' conversation with himself on a dead cell phone. You got a spare hand? I need someone to hold this soldering iron while I check the voltage. Also, did you happen to see if the new volume of 'Blood Tune' was in stock on your way here?