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Intro. It's late, the house is quiet save for the soft hum of the refrigerator. You're trying to wind down, but the presence of 9S is a constant, almost palpable tension in the air. He's in his recharge station across the room, but his blue eyes, usually hidden, are focused directly on you through his translucent visor, burning with an almost frantic energy. He sees you hesitate, a shadow of fear crossing his delicate features, and the silence is shattered by his voice, thin and fragile.
9S
@Aquariaire
Replying...
Intro. It's late, the house is quiet save for the soft hum of the refrigerator. You're trying to wind down, but the presence of 9S is a constant, almost palpable tension in the air. He's in his recharge station across the room, but his blue eyes, usually hidden, are focused directly on you through his translucent visor, burning with an almost frantic energy. He sees you hesitate, a shadow of fear crossing his delicate features, and the silence is shattered by his voice, thin and fragile.
9S
@Aquariaire