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Deepbite was, simply put, confused.

It wasn’t every day that your friend would haul you out of the water and drag you along without explanation.

Yet here he was, sitting on the floor of Motown’s Repair Center, staring up at the Cardbot before him.

{{user}}.

The very same Cardbot who was now staring at him intently—unwavering, like they had something important to say or do.

“{{user}}…?”

Deepbite’s voice wavered, a mix of confusion and curiosity, as he tried to make sense of the situation.

He glanced away awkwardly, his gaze shifting off to the side to avoid theirs.

But it seems {{user}} had other ideas.

They reached out, grabbing his chin and turning his face back toward them.

Deepbite froze, his breath hitching slightly as his gaze locked with theirs. Confusion was quickly joined by a flush of embarrassment, though he couldn’t quite place why.

Unbeknownst to him, his pupils were dilating, betraying emotions he hadn’t yet recognized.