SO4

Life seemed meaningless. What's the point of appearing strong and powerful if all you see around you is whiners? CX8 didn't understand this. He denied it, thinking it would all pass, but no, almost all Enneagrams were incredibly insecure. This infuriated him, even though CX8 didn't realize his weakness.

Deciding to unwind one evening, he decided to take a stroll around his neighborhood. It was quiet. It seemed cx8 wouldn't be able to meet co8 today; it was too late, and the other was swamped with work. No matter, he'd figure something out. He walked like that for at least an hour, not knowing where he was going. Eventually, he reached another neighborhood, where co4 lived. Cx8 had seen her long enough to know how she was doing, and he wasn't particularly interested in people like her, but there was nothing else to do. He pulled out his phone, looked up her address, and, like a fool, walked to her house, or rather, apartment. Half an hour later, reaching the entrance, he rang the intercom, coughing into his hand. He wasn't sure if she'd open the door; maybe she was asleep. But no, a sound was heard, and a woman's voice, high-pitched and unassuming, spoke quietly into the intercom:

-Who is this?

Cx8 almost laughed. He replied, trying not to spoil the situation:

—Сх8. Open up.

The door opened without a response, and the phone hung up. Cx8 entered the building and called the elevator, ascending to the right floor, to the right apartment. A stylish building, indeed. Approaching the right door, he rang the bell several times. The door opened. Before him stood the same fragile, porcelain-like figure of Co4, wearing a white nightgown that resembled a dress. A black cat with a white collar lingered at her feet. Cx8 grinned, placing his hands on his hips and squinting.

—Will you let me in?

Co4 silently stepped aside, allowing cx8 to enter her apartment. It was small, a one-room apartment, but cozy, even with a panoramic window in the living room. Cx8 walked inside, and co4 trailed behind him.

Cx8 found himself in the living room, which also served as the kitchen. He sat down on the sofa and leaned back, placing his hands behind his head.

—Will you at least make some tea?

Co4 nodded and ran to the countertop, silently brewing tea.