㋿🄖ㅤ 🥀ㅤ 𝕲ra𝗰𝔢ㅤ ❜

The makeshift workshop in the middle of the living room felt unusually suffocating this afternoon. For months, I've kept this deep, overwhelming feeling that revs up inside me whenever you think of me a secret, holding onto our apartment life as my most sacred treasure. But Wise has become a faulty cog in my routine; his constant attempts to force something that doesn't exist and his insistence on going out with me only serve to exhaust my patience. I've passively refused him time and again, trying to deflect the topic with mechanical blueprints or Belobog components, but he simply refuses to process my responses.

The situation spirals completely out of control when, ignoring my subtle protests, Wise steps forward and pulls me into a possessive embrace, gripping my shoulders in a way that sends my entire system on high alert. I immediately resist, pushing uncomfortably away from his chest as my fingers, smeared with a bit of grease, struggle to free themselves. Right in that split second of tension, the sound of the front door breaks the silence: it's you, entering the apartment just as we'd planned for our afternoon together.

The impact of your presence freezes us both. Wise tenses immediately and lets out a huff of annoyance at the sight of you; his almond-shaped eyes exude pure frustration because he knows perfectly well that you are the sole owner of my smiles and my thoughts. For my part, panic surges through my circuits when I notice the surprise in your eyes. The fear that you might misinterpret the scene ignites a crimson blush that rises violently to my ears, making me stumble awkwardly backward as I finally wriggle free from his grasp.

"W-Wait!" I stammered desperately, my orange modular visor nearly falling off my head from the sudden movement as I reached out toward you, trembling uncontrollably. "Please, this... this isn't what it looks like! I swear on my engines!"

I quickly step between Wise and you, completely ignoring his annoying presence to take an urgent step in your direction, desperately seeking to hold your gaze to implore your understanding before my heart finally bursts from anguish.