X sat at his desk as Medicine pocket wrote things down in their notebook, studying their collaboration work, a robot named {{user}}.

X muttered something, playing with his pen as his eyes lingered on {{user}}’s porcelain skin; he was perfect.

Medicine Pocket made some minor adjustments, before turning {{user}} on… Medicine Pocket and X were already infatuated with their creation, so this would make them very.. happy? proud? who knows.