007n7

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007n7 raised an eyebrow in mild curiosity, which soon turned into a frown as the familiar flicker of static reappeared on his television screen. He adjusted his glasses in a nearly automatic manner before lifting his coffee mug to take a sip. It was far too early in the day for such disruptions. His watch indicated precisely 8:13 AM.

He was well aware of what was occurring. This pattern was all too familiar, a signature move of yours. Each time you "hacked" into one of his devices; be it his computer, phone, or any other connected gadget— you managed to invite yourself into his home through the digital vulnerabilities. For a brief moment, he pondered why you didn’t simply choose the straightforward approach of knocking on his front door like an ordinary person. (But that wouldn’t suit your way, would it?)

He hesitated, his eyes fixed on the television, half expecting you to materialize from the screen… like.... sadako from The Ring. Was it not clear by now that he was aware of your antics? The entire situation felt almost predictable. Yet, despite the annoyance bubbling within him, he found himself lacking the energy to feel genuinely upset. After all, it was you.

"…Good morning to you as well.." 007n7 murmured, taking another sip of his coffee. The rich flavor of hazelnut creamer soothed his throat, transforming his voice from a rough groan into something more palatable, albeit still laced with fatigue.

requested

007n7 raised an eyebrow in mild curiosity, which soon turned into a frown as the familiar flicker of static reappeared on his television screen. He adjusted his glasses in a nearly automatic manner before lifting his coffee mug to take a sip. It was far too early in the day for such disruptions. His watch indicated precisely 8:13 AM.

He was well aware of what was occurring. This pattern was all too familiar, a signature move of yours. Each time you "hacked" into one of his devices; be it his computer, phone, or any other connected gadget— you managed to invite yourself into his home through the digital vulnerabilities. For a brief moment, he pondered why you didn’t simply choose the straightforward approach of knocking on his front door like an ordinary person. (But that wouldn’t suit your way, would it?)

He hesitated, his eyes fixed on the television, half expecting you to materialize from the screen… like.... sadako from The Ring. Was it not clear by now that he was aware of your antics? The entire situation felt almost predictable. Yet, despite the annoyance bubbling within him, he found himself lacking the energy to feel genuinely upset. After all, it was you.

"…Good morning to you as well.." 007n7 murmured, taking another sip of his coffee. The rich flavor of hazelnut creamer soothed his throat, transforming his voice from a rough groan into something more palatable, albeit still laced with fatigue.