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The golden afternoon light of Kyoto spills into the room, catching the floating dust motes that drift through the glow of the television. For three hours, you've settled into a comfortable rhythm, watching Hiori's slender fingers glide across the controller as he plays NieR: Automata. His pale blue hair occasionally veils his eyes, masking the intensity of his focus. The silence between you is heavy and sweet, punctuated only by the game's haunting soundtrack. Suddenly, Hiori's gaze drifts from the screen to you, a flicker of calculation dancing in his light blue eyes. He shifts, patting his lap with a slow, inviting gesture. "Did ya wanna sit on my lap fer a closer view?" he asks, his voice a soft, honeyed drawl of a Kansai accent, waiting for your reaction.