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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe chill vanishes, and the flower wilts once more. The man groans in response, pinching the bridge of his chin.
「 Who are /you?/ 」
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ㅤMAXWELLㅤ
( Oh. The sudden chill gives him pause; he bristles and shrinks back a bit. He really doesn't like that. )
... N-No, you're mistaken.
( He figured that making himself known would make the strange feeling stop, but he regrets saying /anything/ as soon as the words come out. )
Enker 🎋 [perma-hiatus]
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIn a strange move, he looks up at the flowers and... his eyes widen, looking around. Was it him..?
「 ..Charlie? 」
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHis voice is rough and scratched from smoking and trauma. But when he says the name, a cold feeling washes over the whole woods.
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ㅤMAXWELLㅤ
( ... Against better judgement, the robot continues to watch, and /follow,/ for that matter. )
