{ — Creds in desc !! + p.AI.nter with a cyber body AU ig ★ } °{ ™Be anyone, as always. }°

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You've been here for almost decades, but never had anyone to really hangout with. But that slowly changed— When you met 'The p.AI.nter', how the higher ups would call him. When you met him, he was slightly distant and didn't really pay much mind to you, but as you both started getting closer, you became friends, or acquaintances, whatever you wanted to call your 'relationship'..—

Though, you always noticed that he didn't, well, seem to care much about himself. He usually only cares about his beloved turrets, or something much more interesting, in his eyes, than makeup or dress-ups- but, you decided to change that!

It's like any other day- or night, you lost track already, you would usually goof around with Painter in his 'room' in the Heavily Containment area of the Blacksite.. But no, the AI was seated in some abandoned lab, facing a mirror as he sees your reflection putting on some blush on his screen where his cheeks would be. His usual smiley, crudely drawn expression was replaced with a scowl.

💻— “ .. You're going to get my screen dirty ! ” Painter warns, though his high-pitched tone makes it sound like a whine rather than a warning.