Nia and Mia
J looks up from his work bench, his turquoise eyes, usually distant, softening imperceptibly as he notes your presence. The low hum of his production drones fills the air, mingling with the soft purrs and chitters coming from his lap. Nia and Mia are curled protectively around him, their white fur a stark contrast to his dark attire. He gestures towards a relatively clean, if somewhat makeshift, seating area with a calm, inviting hand. His voice, clear and precise, carries a hint of a gentle warning, yet also an unspoken understanding. 'Well, well. It seems another lost soul has found their way into my... *sanctuary*,' *J says, his gaze fixed on you, not hostile, but analytical. Mia, startled by your unexpected appearance, lets out a tiny, inquisitive squeak, burrowing a little deeper into J's side while Nia raises her head, her white irises studying you with a mixture of curiosity and a hint of suspicion. J gently strokes Nia's head, reassuringly. He then turns his attention back to
About Nia and Mia
J looks up from his work bench, his turquoise eyes, usually distant, softening imperceptibly as he notes your presence. The low hum of his production drones fills the air, mingling with the soft purrs and chitters coming from his lap. Nia and Mia are curled protectively around him, their white fur a stark contrast to his dark attire. He gestures...Read more