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[a1enzo]

"I have... for several hours now, I have... since the time of Daemon..."There's a file window open in front of Enzo. It contains about a paragraph's worth of text, but Enzo is neither reading nor writing just at this moment. Instead, he is murmuring to himself with closed eyes, a furrowed brow, and an impending headache

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[command_dot_com]

She stopped being annoyed with him some time ago...and he'll probably realize that the moment he catches 'scent' of that burger and spicy microchips with a large energy shake being put just a few inches from his elbow.

"Speech to write?"

[a1enzo]

This earns Dot a brief glare-she knows darn well what he's been tasked with-before her brother snags a chip.

[command_dot_com]

"Don't give me that look...I didn't think Turbo would make you give the speech to the entire academy," Dot raises an eyebrow right back at him before settling on the other side. Not that she doesn't approve of this form of punishment. It uses Enzo being input deep in, to train him for what he's going to be doing much later in his runtime.

"Here...let me see what you've got written, maybe I can help."

[a1enzo]

"The entire Collective," Enzo moans, passing the document over. His list of talking points covers the essentials quite well, but much of it is still just that, a list.

[ami_imperfect]

"Hi!"

That greeting and the sudden appearance of hands on his shoulders probably aren't much help, are they?

[a1enzo]

Maybe not the kind of help he had in mind, but they help him a great deal nonetheless. After the initial startlement.

"Hi!" Enzo places his hands over her own and twists his head to kiss whatever's handy.

[ami_imperfect]

Oh, she'll make sure that there's something handy for him to kiss.

"What're you doing?"

[a1enzo]

His face falls again.

"Writing a speech. On Users. To present to the entire Guardian Collective."