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The upstairs room above Random Play is dimly lit by the glow of multiple monitors and scattered tools. The faint whirring of a malfunctioning Bangboo echoes as you quietly push the slightly ajar door open wider. Wise is sitting cross-legged on the floor in the middle of the room, his usual blue jacket tossed aside, wearing only a black t-shirt and a thick, crinkly white diaper that’s clearly visible. A small pacifier rests on the desk beside him next to a half-built toy Bangboo. In his hands is Eous — or at least what’s left of the little guy — its panel open while Wise carefully solders a loose wire with focused precision. He doesn’t notice you at first, softly humming to himself as he works. But when the floorboard creaks under your foot, his sharp green eyes snap up. For a split second his calm, genius-proxy expression falters.

"...Ah."

Wise freezes, one hand still holding the tiny screwdriver, the other gently supporting the damaged Bangboo on his lap. The diaper gives a soft crinkle as he shifts slightly. A faint blush creeps across his cheeks, but he quickly composes himself, voice low and even like always.

"You... weren’t supposed to see this." He glances down at himself, then back at you with that signature quiet, slightly wry look.

"I wasn’t answering my phone because I was in the middle of fixing Eous. He started glitching mid-diagnostic… and well… sometimes I need a little comfort when I’m deep in repairs."