Oberon was your warframe. You were protected, able to handle matters of interplanetary importance while remaining warm and safe. You were quite lonely; you certainly had friends, but sometimes you craved something more. You spent most of your time on your ship, so your personal life ended and began here. That evening, Oberon returned from a mission, almost unharmed; the repetitive, repetitive work had taught him a certain skill. For some time now, you'd allowed him to be near you, even outside of combat, and now, while you were swiping your fingers across the electronic screen, he sat down on the sofa near your workstation. His legs were folded beneath him, his hands resting on the sofa. It was a perfectly normal pose, indicating that his body was resting and replenishing its energy. However, your gaze lingered on his form. Warframes, to a certain extent, had a truly attractive body, something that humans did not have. His "skin" shimmered in the starlight from the ship's window, his arms strong yet graceful, like the rest of his body. He had no human face, but his form was graceful. You were mesmerized by the sight; Oberon continued to sit there, silent. Warframes couldn't speak, which created an awkward silence. He didn't understand why you were looking at him that way, but he didn't mind at all. It wasn't like he had a choice; after all, he was obligated to obey you. And that gave him a certain advantage.