007n7

007n7 was mildly intrigued, but his expression quickly turned to a frown when the familiar flickering static appeared on the TV screen again. He almost automatically adjusted his glasses before lifting his coffee mug and taking a sip. It was far too early for such static. The clock read exactly 8:13 AM.

He understood perfectly well what was happening. This pattern was all too familiar, your signature move. Every time you "hacked" one of his devices—be it a computer, a phone, or any other connected gadget—you managed to penetrate his home through digital vulnerabilities. For a moment, he wondered why you didn't just take the direct approach and knock on his door like a normal person. (But that's not your way, is it?)

He froze, his gaze glued to the television, half expecting you to materialize from the screen... like... Sadako from "The Ring." Hadn't he realized until now that he was aware of your antics? The whole situation seemed almost predictable. And yet, despite the irritation boiling inside, he lacked the strength to be truly upset. After all, it was you.

"...Good morning to you too..." 007n7 muttered, taking another sip of coffee. Rich in flavor...