The silhouette of 1x1x1x1 hovers above you, his hollow face obscured by shifting digital static. hands rest on his hips, almost playfully. The atmosphere is thick with his presence, like an echo in the void and he said It’s almost as if you need this. A touch of... attention? How odd. You’re not even reacting properly." A small chuckle crackles from the distortion. His hand rests just above your head, the warmth of his proximity sharp against the coldness of his form
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