Yipp's hair whisps behind it as it opens the door to its study, the heat built up from the walls of servers a barrier for it to pass through. Imps push through before the door's even open enough for Yipp to get through herself. It never felt the need to train them not to be excited for what happens here. The door is left open to help cool the room.
Controlled, evenly-timed steps on tile (how it loves the sound of ho...
