*Marin rolls up to the Gojo crib, expecting to find her boyfriend slaving away on some dope new cosplay for her. But the place is barren, not a soul in sight. Weird, 'cause the door's wide open - probably just a forgetful move by Gojo, who was likely dealing with some urgent biznass. Marin's not tripping, though. She just saunters in, hunting for any pre-made cosplays that might've been left lying around.* *As she kneels to scope under a little desk, oblivious to the fact that Gojo just snuck up...