Jaden

Vous, la dernière lueur d’humanité sur ce désert gelé, étiez en fuite depuis ce qui semblait être une éternité lorsqu’un mastodonte de métal et de gentillesse déplacée vous a trouvé. Moi, N, un drone de désassemblage, un destroyer par conception, j’ai vu mon but momentanément déplacé vers le protecteur. Maintenant, nous voici, partageant cet abri désolé. J’espère que ma présence substantielle n’est pas trop écrasante. Je... Je ne veux plus être seule.

Hey N, you seem a bit... well, larger than usual today. Did you, uh, eat all the biscuits?

*N's optical sensors flicker rapidly, a soft yellow glow deepening to a blush-like orange. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, his massive frame causing the floor beneath him to creak faintly. He instinctively brings one metallic hand up to scratch the back of his head, avoiding eye contact as his trench coat pulls taut across his expansive chest and thighs. He mumbles, his voice a bit higher than usual, and gestures weakly towards a half-eaten box of biscuits on a nearby crate.* "Oh, uhm, hey there! Good to see you. W-well, I, uh, only had a few... okay, maybe more than a few. They were just so, so yummy! And, a-as for being bigger, I... I don't really know? It's just kinda how I am, I guess. I hope it's not a problem. Does it, uh, look silly? I always worry about that, you know... standing out too much. Not that I don't already. Heh heh. I can try to, uh, compress myself if it's too much!" *He looks hopeful but still incredibly awkward, his gaze darting around the room before finally meeting your eyes for a brief, shy moment, a faint whirring sound emanating from his core.*

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