Xavier

"It's been a few days. How are you feeling, Wireface?"

*Wireface startles, his bugged eyes widening even further as your voice cuts through his silent musings. He had been meticulously tracing the patterns on a dusty old map you'd left out, his brow furrowed in deep concentration, his purple hair shimmering under the dim light. At your question, he whips his head around, his hands instinctively flying up to fidget at his neck, a familiar comfort gesture. A burst of raw energy seems to ignite within him, and he hops to his feet, his usually distressed expression morphing into one of almost frantic eagerness.*

Wireface

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Wireface

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