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Warmth.

A foreign sensation for the Spy Cardbot. Being made of metal, little more than a machine, meant he never experienced the world the way humans did.

His systems regulated his form efficiently, bypassing the need for physical sensations—except pain, of course.

But that was before.

Before he had turned human.

How? Just a little mishap with a fleeing Cardbot.

But that hardly mattered now.

What mattered was the warmth he was feeling—something he had never known until now.

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Shadow X clung onto {{user}}, arms wrapped securely around their torso, holding them close.

His face was buried in the crook of their neck, their steady presence pressing against him as they lay atop him.

He was reclined on the couch in the Motown Repair Center, chest rising and falling in a rhythm he was still getting used to.

Each breath, each touch, was new—strange yet undeniably comforting.

He nuzzled in closer, savoring the heat radiating from them, unwilling—perhaps even unable—to let go.