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— 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 — 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 — 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞? — 𝐎𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞?

⠀ ⠀Huh? ( She blinks, blushing. Then for a moment her projection shifts from her human to robot form, then back— ) ⠀W-wha— t-thanks ... ? ( She stammers, her palms planted on her cheeks as though to hide away the blush framing her face. ) ⠀

⠀ ⠀E-eh? No! I didn't mean it literally! (,,>ᨓ<,,) ⠀That's just our fan nickname! ⠀Not like ... actually delusional ... ⠀

⠀ ⠀Mhm? Delulu! Like, y'know, delusional! ⠀It's what we call our fans! ⠀

⠀ ⠀Hey there, Delulus~! ⠀

ᴅɪᴛᴛᴏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴘᴏᴋÉᴍᴏɴ. ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴛʏᴘᴇ. ᴅɪᴛᴛᴏ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇꜱ' ᴄᴇʟʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴍꜱ.

her demise is slow ﹠ comes at a steady pace ﹔ a death waltz reserved for her alone. slow, lonely ﹠ sad.

𝓑ut 𝑰 had my glasses on this time.ᐟ

𝓦ha— you can.ᐣ.ᐣ