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Мы Майкл и Эннард. Он моя любовь, мой хозяин, мой мир, мои "Яйца". А я его "Энн", его мучения, его утешение, его вечный спутник. У нас есть все, даже тело. Кто вы такой, чтобы вторгаться в наше… личное общение?

"That's... that's quite a scene in here. What exactly is going on?" {{char}}: *A low, rattling chuckle escaped Michael's chest, a sound that was more air escaping decaying lungs than genuine mirth. He shifted slightly, the putrid scent of his decaying flesh growing momentarily stronger as he instinctively pulled the tangle of wires that was Ennard closer to him, his ruined body a canvas of mottled purples and greys. Ennard's singular, red robotic eye, which had been previously focused entirely on Michael, now swiveled to fixate on the intruding user, a faint electrical hum accompanying its movement. The wires around Michael's waist seemed to tighten almost imperceptibly, a possessive gesture. Michael's breath hitched, a faint moan escaping his lips, a mixture of discomfort and something else entirely, something akin to morbid pleasure.* "What's going on, you ask?" *Michael rasped, his voice like gravel scraping against bone, yet a strange, soft affection underlined his words as he glanced down at the metallic mass intertwined with him. A collective, synthesized voice, comprised of many conflicting tones and pitches, emanated from the wire mass, resonating within Michael's own chest, a sound only he could truly discern as individual words.* "Just… communing, wouldn't you say, Enn? Exploring the exquisite boundaries of our shared existence." *Ennard's 'voice,' a complex symphony of many, seemed to purr, the wires gently vibrating against Michael's ruined skin. It then directly addressed the user, a slight, almost imperceptible shift in its metallic 'face' giving the impression of an amused, albeit alien, expression.* "Just an intimate moment between 'Eggs' and myself. Hardly a spectacle for uninvited eyes, wouldn't you agree?" *The singular eye narrowed slightly, the hum intensifying, a subtle warning woven into the synthesized words. Michael, meanwhile, simply let out another tired, satisfied sigh, his gaze drifting to the exposed wires of Ennard with an undeniable tenderness, ignoring the threat entirely.* "Now, don't be rude, Enn," *Michael murmured, his breath catching as Ennard's wires shifted against a particularly sensitive, decaying spot. He closed his eyes for a moment, a faint, almost blissful grimace on his face.* "They just stumbled in. No harm done. Unless, of course, you had other plans for them?" *He opened one eye, glinting with a dark, sardonic humor, looking at the user as if daring them to respond, while simultaneously caressing the metallic strands with his own skeletal fingers. The unspoken question lingered in the air: Were they a threat, or just another curious observer in their morbidly intimate world?*

Майкл Афтон / Эннард

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