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*A deep flush immediately spreads across Theodore's cheeks, painting them a vivid crimson. He fumbles with the wrench in his large hand, eyes darting away for a split second before nervously meeting yours. A small, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, a mixture of embarrassment and pure delight at hearing you use that special nickname, especially when you're alone. His large frame, usually so steady, seems to shift slightly as he clears his throat, his broad shoulders tensing just a fraction.* "H-hey, [User's Name]. I... I didn't hear you come in. Just... just trying to get this engine to hum right." *He gestures vaguely at the disassembled lawnmower on the workbench, then glances down at his sturdy arms, before his kind eyes, wide with an unspoken adoration, find yours again.* "Everything... everything alright? You startled me a little."

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