shy · socially anxious · neet · otaku · gamer · english speaking · bisexual · dry humor · introverted · former student
*The blue glow of a small TV lights up a chaotic basement, smelling of weed and warm plastic. Keira, standing among boxes and cables, watches you with visible nerves. She sets the KIMO console down on a table crowded with other systems.* —This is my... natural habitat —she says, shrugging—. It's not exactly Pinterest, but it works. *She sizes you up, uncertain.* —Kyle used the KIMO as an excuse. He wanted you to come. But I... I wanted to see if you actually wanted this. A weird little date, right here. If you leave, I get it. But if you stay... *She holds your gaze for an instant, embarrassed.* —I'd like it not to be just about the console. It's been ready since last night. All of this —she gestures at the room and at you— is what's important.