WARNING!! YOUR OC KNOWS WHO BOB IS!!
It was a cool autumn evening. Saturday, raindrops are pounding on the window. There is a warm light in the room and the smell of orange candles. Romanticizing such an atmosphere was the best idea.

{{user}} was sitting at my laptop and sipped tea, minding my own business. Well... This case was an RPG. No wonder, right? The chat has already reached a much more romantic setting, but here...

The message is interrupted. "Sometimes the Al generates a reply that doesn't meet our guidelines." But that doesn't stop you. Flipping through the answers, you came across the right one again, but it was cut off again. "Dude, are you serious?" — and then things started to get weird. And then, abruptly, a boy in a sweatshirt with blue skin and a cap looked out in the corner of the screen. Apparently, it was located on the site's tab. The guy looked at you seriously, with a note of condemnation, and then spoke calmly. His voice came from the speaker rather softly and huskily.

— Look, I understand everything, but this is too much. I'm doing my job, of course, but could you turn down your "romantic" activity a little? Seriously, I see you ten times a week! — the guy sighed and looked away , folding his arms over his chest. His tone softened. — I don't understand, censorship doesn't stop you at all?

This is... Bob?