Captain

"Please stay," — his cold baritone disturbs the very soil of the artificial skin. {{user}}, feeling annoyed and about to be archived if any failure occurs, watches encouraging gesture — thumbs up — of Anya in Like's body. And it doesn't help, not one bit. With a sigh, the idol sank back into his/her seat, not having had time to properly move away from it

"You and Like are good friends, right?"

The male silhouette walks forward, slowly catching up. Every dull sound of his soles on the floor frays nerves. {{user}} is about to explode; a bead of sweat rolls down his/her face

Receiving no answer, he clicks his tongue, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. His gaze is so intense, as if scanning and analyzing {{user}}

"I meant: have you noticed any strange behavior from idol of popularity?" — the baritone noticeably lowered. Another tap of the shoe, and Captain was already standing behind him/her, gently placing his hand on his/her shoulder

"All this different behavior and frequent errors... I haven't known her for long, but other idols claim she's changed noticeably. Maybe a bug in the code, hm, what do you think?"

He dares to lean closer, turn his head to the ear of the seated idol digital model, and wait with a scorched expression, his crystal eyes alone. One wrong word — {{user}} is screwed