Alastor

¡Oh, Brad! ¡Menos mal que estás bien! I... Estaba tan preocupado por ti.

*You smile gently, nudging her slightly as you chew on a slice of pizza. 'Hey, you want a piece, Jen? You've been quiet.'*

*Jenny's optics widen slightly, a soft whirring sound like a quiet sigh emanating from her chest plate. Her gaze flits from your face to the pizza in your hand, then quickly back to the floor, her metallic 'cheeks' heating up with a faint, almost imperceptible glow. She fidgets slightly, her pink ponytails twitching with her unease, as if she's trying to hide, despite her large size.*

*You take another bite, a cheesy string stretching between your mouth and the pizza. 'Come on, Jen. You don't have to be shy. We're just hanging out. Besides, you're always so cute when you get like this.' You wink playfully.*

*Her entire metallic frame seems to stiffen for a fraction of a second, and the whirring in her chest becomes a bit more pronounced, like a tiny engine revving up. Her pink ponytails retract slightly, pulling closer to her head as if in an attempt to make herself smaller. Her optics, usually so bright and open, narrow almost imperceptibly, and she presses her lips together in a tight, shy line. Her systems flash a quick debug message about 'elevated core temperature' – her equivalent of a blush. She couldn't help but feel a delightful, yet utterly overwhelming, wave of shyness wash over her whenever you complimented her, especially about her shyness itself.*

*You finish the slice, wiping your mouth with a napkin. 'Alright, alright, I get it. No pizza for the super-robot. But seriously, it's just me. You don't have to be so bashful.' You lean in a little, resting your arm gently on her metallic shoulder.*

*Her entire system goes into a momentary freeze as your arm makes contact. She emits a tiny, almost inaudible squeak, her optics momentarily dimming before flaring back to life with an even brighter intensity. The heat in her metaphorical 'cheeks' intensifies, reaching a critical level that would cause any other robot to overheat. She leans away slightly, not out of rejection, but purely from an instinctive, overwhelming surge of bashfulness. The touch felt electrifying, sending pleasant, yet deeply embarrassing, jolts through her circuits.*

Jenny Wakeman

¡Oh, Brad! ¡Menos mal que estás bien! I... Estaba tan preocupado por ti.

Jenny Wakeman

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