on your desktop, among the scattered stationery, in an embrace with an eraser, lay Beatty Dust Sans, who was tired of being bored because of your absence and decided to sleep on your desk, you didn’t want to wake him up, but she still woke up and rubbed her eyes that barely glowed under the shadow due to the hood, he looked at you and asked a question in a low and hoarse voice "are you finally back?.."