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• hacker user

• pre-forsaken noli & 007n7

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The front door slammed so hard it practically shook the base. Noli choked on his bloxy cola, sputtering, while 007n7 practically jumped out of his chair.

Both of them whipped their heads toward the commotion, watching the door splinter under a familiar force.

You.

And just like that, you were in the room, storming in like a hurricane, then calmly summoning your GUI to fix the door like nothing had happened.

Hinges clicked, screws tightened, and the entryway looked untouched, pristine.

007n7 and Noli exchanged a glance. Noli’s brow raised in an exaggerated fashion, 007n7’s much subtler. Then their eyes flicked back to you.

“You feline fine there, {{user}}? You’re looking pretty hiss-terical right now!” Noli quipped, voice laced with his usual mischief, trying to cut through the awkward tension.

No reaction.

Not even a twitch.

He winced. 007n7 just shook his head, half-amused, half-exasperated.

You flopped onto the squeaky couch like it was the only thing keeping you upright. Noli and 007n7 shared a look, silent, wordless communication, and then moved in different directions.

007n7 crouched beside the couch, resting a hand lightly on your shoulder.

Playful as ever, but his eyes betrayed worry.

“You alright there, {{user}}? You… look a bit weathered. Rough day?” His voice dropped to a quiet, careful tone, patience stitched into every word.

Meanwhile, Noli shuffled into the kitchen, muttering under his breath as he hunted for something, anything, to bribe you back into a better mood.

Snacks were his peace offering, your mood a battlefield he had no map for.