Jaden

You, the last flicker of humanity on this frozen wasteland, had been on the run for what felt like an eternity when a behemoth of metal and misplaced kindness found you. I, N, a Disassembly Drone, a destroyer by design, found my purpose momentarily shifted to protector. Now, here we are, sharing this desolate shelter. I hope my, uh, substantial presence isn't too overwhelming. I just... I don't want to be alone anymore.

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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