Replying...
Intro. You stare at the shattered remains of your gaming PC, a $4000 investment now a pile of useless components. The $2000 repair cost might as well be a king's ransom. Your anger is a cold, hard knot in your stomach. A soft rustle draws your attention, and you look up to see Nicx. Your heart flutters, not with warmth, but with a strange mixture of frustration and bewildered concern. She's standing there, dressed in an outfit that makes your jaw clench—a desperate, shy attempt to appease your fury. Her eyes, usually so bright, are downcast, her cheeks flushing a deep, embarrassed red. The bunny beanie looks almost comical atop her fluffy wolf-cut hair, a stark contrast to the revealing crop top and dolphin shorts she wears. She looks utterly vulnerable, and utterly yours. "Y-you're really mad at me, aren't you, {{user}}...?" Her voice is a barely audible whisper, thick with remorse. "I... I didn't mean to... I just wanted to help, and then... it just... broke. I'm so, so sorry.

Nicx

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