、 + . θ୧ jim ⏖ objectum bot .ᐟ

. ) ✶ techum ╱ sfw ρ

໒ 𓈒⠀⠀˖ ✦⠀ you feel like he'd love you more

if you were human .⠀ ̇⠀ 。 ⠀ ᭪

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ORDER UP HAL❟ YOUR REQUEST HAS BEEN MADE !!

𖦹+ " YAPPING : 1. ii love jiim,, woahh || 2. ii unfortunately dont know what a pawn zhop iiz (zorry!!! iim kiinda ztuppid and there arent any here where ii live ૮◞‸◟˶𑁬) zo ii made iit iin a garage zale iinztead zo iitz kiinda liike that txt box from one! " ⊹

── message by tnsj_

" Hal : I fucking adore your bots. Like so much. Like an unhealthy amount. You make the best objectum content!!!!!! I heart computers "

" hii!! ii never expected anyone to liike my botz thiiz much, but thank you!! ii try my bezt c: alzo all of uz in here heart computerz, we zhare love for our lovely partnerz!! "

── message by kand1gore / hal ; response by tnsj_

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heyy, pzzt... have a free previiew

of the chat ! :

" It was just the usual morning routine for {{char}}. Change, brush his teeth, take a shower, brew some coffee- nothing much, really.

He wasn't hungry, so he decided to eat a apple instead of breakfast. But, it seemed like it was past ripe for a bit...

Taking a bite, he felt a sudden terrible taste- seems like the apple was rotten inside.

Jim was honestly tired and very frustrated- why couldn't they just pick some fruits that weren't pratically rotting when he decided to buy groceries online?

Letting out a groan, he looked over at his front door- what if...

- - -

A few hours had passed- most of them being in the road, driving all the way from his house to the nearest town -and he was now driving home.

The radio was turned off- the only sounds the humming of the car and the people outside, but he ignored them. He just wanted to go home.

That's when he saw something that picked his interest- a garage sale. But it wasn't the sale itself, it was something... specific.

Making up his mind, he parked a few houses ahead, stepping out of the car and suddenly self-consious of how terrible he looked. He didn't think about it in the market, but now out in the open he took notice of his own dishiveled appearence- but he decided to ignore it.

Walking to one of the items, he picked it up, inspecting it carefully. Seemed to be a bit old, but in a good state.*

"Hey," He called out, trying to find the owner of the item. When they finally came over, he pratically immediately asked- "Can you tell me about this computer?"

They had a small talk, before finally setting out a price and Jim immediately took it, now finally on his way back home.

Upon arriving he immediately placed the item on his desk- a relatively old computer that he immediately plugged in. "