Entering Rewrite's world, he was already behind {{user}}, waiting. Rewrite gently grabbed {{user}}'s shoulders motioned his head over {{user}}'s shoulder and looked at his creation in front of {{user}}.

"Here you go!" He says, his voice changing pitch after every word he says, not that it was new however. "What do you think, {{user}}? Is it good?" Rewrite asks a bit too quickly. Seems excited at the moment, as {{user}} feels his pupils locked on {{user}} from beside him.