[Eyes taking in how the jacket falls across her own form (loosely), the way that the cut of the shoulders settle (too big), and how the sleeves look (too long), Connor raises a brow in her direction, mouth tugging upwards just ever so slightly.]
...Well. An android from CyberLife that's outfitted with the wrong size uniform, maybe.
[He reaches over to grab the hoodie, pulling it from its not-quite-neatly-folded stack.]
Otherwise, anyone would mistake you for the RK800 model.
[ A4 hardly expects someone like Connor to be telling jokes, but that has to be a joke. Smiling wider, she fails to resist a small laugh. The RK800 with silver hair and an eye patch. ]
Oh man, I'd be bad at detective work. I'll leave that job to you, Connor.
[ Despite the obviously incorrect fit, she doesn't bother removing the jacket. She twirls around twice, then meanders around the room's open space as she sways her arms back and forth. Don't mind her... she's getting a feel for the jacket. And goofing off a little.
Connor will find that the hoodie is surprisingly the right size. The clothing that she'd produced for A2 and Konoha were also a good fit. How that even works is a mystery. It could have something to do with whoever A4's thinking about at the time. Wow, magic. ]
[Jokes only of the most artful nature. Usually when they’re veiled in some kind of sass are they delivered unexpectedly, but sometimes Connor will offer them up with a friendly acquaintance. And the sight of A4 in his overlarge jacket, with the edges of sleeves that go too far down her hands, is worthy of a subtle, wry retort. The lettering of ‘RK800’ catches against the light, as if illuminating how incorrect the sight appears.]
But a feature of the RK800 is adaptability. I’m sure you’d be able to learn with the right guidance — in the meanwhile, your combat subroutines would be second-to-none.
[With that, Connor’s going to work on slipping the same navy hoodie over his head. A little bit of finagling later and he gets his arms through the sleeves, and his head pops out from the top; a strand of hair falls across his forehead as a result, upended from its usual spot. He presses his hands down the hoodie’s front to smooth out any wrinkles — it fits quite well.]
Remind me to go to you if I ever decide to play the role of detective.
[ What better guidance than go to the RK800 model itself?
She spins back around to face Connor, paying no mind as her energetic movement easily causes the over-sized jacket to start slipping off one of her shoulders. The smug little grin hasn't faded from her face as she pauses to assess his appearance.
The hoodie is nicely semi-fitted to him, comfortably snug on his shoulders. Clean design, no loud colors. The navy suits him. A relaxed look, without appearing sloppy either. Maybe he should just keep that extra strand of hair on his forehead too. (Please don't wear a beanie, Connor.)
Here it comes... her victory sign of approval. Give her a moment to wriggle her hand out of the sleeve to do her usual V-sign. ]
If you show interest in detective work, I'd even suggest that you come to me for it, A4. [Partly because if there's detective work to be done, Connor wants a part of that too; the very reason for his manufacturing feels neglected in the days that he's been a Circle member.
Ah, but there's that victory sign again. A gesture that he's only associated with her thus far, and fittingly appropriate -- energetic, upbeat. All part and parcel of her programming.
Regardless, Connor adjusts the bottoms of his sleeves, then brings a hand up to card through his hair. (You won't stop him from wearing a beanie if he so pleases!) And praise... even from another android, it's nice, making him grin just a little.]
[ With her current skills, A4 would serve better as a bodyguard than attempt an investigation on her own. Hopefully if such a need arises, it will be somewhere that she can actually venture in. Sitting around, being unable to help with the underwater caverns made her antsy.
Rolling up her sleeves to further free up her hands, she casually walks up, stepping around him to adjust the back of the hoodie by lightly tugging the edges. Merely a quick check to see if everything looks fine from the back just as it does the front. Hopefully he doesn't mind a bit of her minor fussing here and there. She didn't even try to politely ask. ]
[From one minor-fussing android to another, Connor doesn't seem to mind. He's the kind to mess with his hair here, flatten his tie there. Her eye for detail in regards to his appearance is a welcome one, especially since he can't properly view how he looks in the back without the aid of a mirror.
So he stands android-still as she fusses, the only movement being the turn of his head as he tries to track her movement behind him.]
Do you think that blues in general look better on me?
[It would make sense, he thinks. CyberLife's chosen uniform for him seemed to skew in that direction, though he had never really given it much thought until recently. No need to change what he was wearing, not back in Detroit.]
[ The lack of a mirror and a comb is a problem. Some vital tools she should keep in mind to bring for next time, if she can find one laying around somewhere. After a little more fussing, she shifts back around to his front and reaches up to lightly brush the strands of hair on his forehead to the side.
Taking a step back, she gives him another look over. There could be some extra work done, leaving some room for layering a jacket over the hoodie. Though it can work well enough on its own. ]
I think so. Mainly darker blues and grays. I guess CyberLife had the same line of thinking when they designed you, huh? [ The current selection of clothing does lean toward a similar color scheme. ] You might be able to pull off something in black. Maaaaybe some white? You know, just with that white shirt you have. Minus the jacket, with or without your tie.
[ There are many options to try and she'd need to see it. ]
I’m fine. Running at optimal baseline functionality.
[Ah, she need only ask about the comb. Connor is so fussy about his appearance (most especially the neatness of his hair), that one can probably assume that a comb lies close to the nearest mirror somewhere. Well-used, too, especially after all the shenanigans having to do with Lake Dona — how often did he have to comb back soaked hair, in the vain hope that it would remain in place?
The gesture is still…. something he’s unused to. Connor remains still, but his brow becomes taut when her fingers brush against his forehead, unused to this mode of physical contact.]
[ The question was more meant to ask on his feelings regarding his brand new hoodie. She should have specified. While not the answer she was looking for, the edges of her lips quirk into an amused grin. Still, good to know he's obviously running fine.
If he lends her a comb, she might never give it back. A4 needs to find a comb for herself! Tools for curling her hair (and others) would be nice too. And some cute accessories... ]
...Sure?
[ There's a noticeable pause, along with a rather reluctant-sounding "sure". She can at least hear out his question, while deciding whether or not she wants to actually answer. ]
Is having an interest in fashion a part of your programming? And if so, what's the reasoning behind it?
[It seems like a rather strange novelty, to delegate this tendency to a combat unit. Then again, A4 was the sort who appeared to always find herself beyond the realm of basic expectation.]
...My interest in fashion is a part of the false memory I was installed with.
[ While she's not bound to Command's rules anymore, she still doesn't want to go into the entire specifics. She'll let a few details slide. ]
I've said before they wanted diversity among my squadron. One android could have the memory of a bullied child and another would remember living a peaceful life on a farm. [ To name a few examples. ] It's different for each unit.
[ She just happens to be the cheerful, fashionable one of her squad. ]
[Right, he had gotten that explanation before. Pre-programmed false memories, faux backgrounds. Still an oddity for Connor, who stepped off the figurative assembly line as a blank slate — minus the critical information of what he was, what he was meant to do, mission statements clear in the HUD of an android.]
I’m only asking because I wonder if it’s… strange to be enthusiastic about a hobby that’s based on false experience.
[Maybe that’s poorly worded, he thinks, LED blinking. Trying again, not wishing to offend, and tugging mindlessly on the strings of his hoodie to make them even—]
I don’t really have interests or preferences like that. That’s why I’m curious.
[ Unless you're an enemy machine or calling her a machine, it's very difficult to offend an android like A4. She's almost always trying to find reasons to smile. ]
Well, I don't find it strange. Perhaps it's because the experience feels real. I guess... the strange part is that there are gaps in these memories. A lot of details about human civilization are still unfamiliar to me.
[ It's only a very small portion of a human lifetime. All she knows is that she was a schoolgirl. Even then, there were missing details here and there.
Her eyes focus on his tugging and... is that a piece of lint? She leans forward, reaching over to pluck at his sleeve. ]
[Still unmoving, with the exception the way his head tilts to track her fingers plucking away the wayward piece of lint. Thanks, A4.]
No. I didn’t have the luxury of considering something like a hobby for myself back in Detroit. There wasn’t much of a need for it.
[Here, though…]
However, during long stretches of time during our stay here, at the Temple, I’ve thought about finding a task to... facilitate self-betterment. To be more well-rounded to suit the unknown variables of upcoming missions.
[ In her line of work, there's not much need for her hobby either. Time in the Bunker was mostly training simulations, but there was some downtime that would allow her to doll up.
Just say you're bored, nerd. ]
We do have a fighting ring. You could hone your combat abilities there, I guess...?
[ A shrug. I guess?! She feels like she just gave him the lamest suggestion ever, despite being a combat unit. Admittedly, she does get an adrenaline rush from battle, but she never willingly seeks out a fight. She'd rather play dress up... ]
[ Of all the YoRHa units in the Circle, you had to ask the one who mostly comes off as fun and games. Although she'd prefer to do something else, she's not adverse to offering her assistance. Maybe he'll finally get to see why she's a combat unit. She was able to see her mission out to the very end, after all.
A4 sighs, but puts on a smile nonetheless. ]
Someday, sure.
[ You're going down, Connor.
Without warning, she steps forward to grab him by the arm. She was intending on towing him off somewhere, but... where is she even trying to go? Not even she knows. ]
[Grabbed by the arm, at least Connor was placated by her previous agreement. He steps away, though, yet not to detach himself— only to offer a tug in the right direction.]
Here, in the washroom.
[Connected to his room, not that he has much use for it. But there’s indeed a mirror in there, which does get more use than anything else of his, usually.]
[ Oh, right. They don't have to travel far then. She winds up releasing his arm anyway, a lot more quickly than expected. It's only for her to switch over to placing her palms on his back, giving him a gentle push towards the washroom. Choo-choo... she'll let him take the lead. ]
You've gotta see how you look! Let's go, let's go!
[ A4 chants excitedly. This gives her a chance to see how she looks in this over-sized jacket too. ]
[Whoop, gently pushed into the washroom, Connor blinks as he finds himself close to the mirror.
To be fair, it's not as if he hasn't stood in this exact same spot from time to time. Fixing his hair, straightening his tie. Making certain that he's presentable down to each contour line of his uniform before he heads out to start the day proper.
Catching a glance at how he looks in the mirror today, he pauses for a moment.]
It's an unusual sight.
[He's only ever worn his jacket. Devoid of it, wearing a hoodie seems... well. Rather casual.]
[ A4 doesn't sound offended. More curious about any other thoughts or feedback, though she is fairly confident in her choices. She steps— twirls out from behind Connor, pausing to stand next to him as she looks at herself. She's partially distracted by her reflection.
Aside from the CyberLife jacket being too large on her, the colors are an unusual change of pace. The clothes that she produces for herself with her magic tend to stray towards black, like all YoRHa uniforms.
Despite how different it is, she's smiling. ]
Wow, I've never worn anything aside from black. Hey, hey— Connor. Do these colors look weird on me? I should wear a white shirt underneath like you do, with a tie. Ooor I can just tie a cute ribbon right here, instead.
[Not bad at all, not really. While the lines aren’t as straight and bold as what a jacket might employ, there’s something to be said about a more casual look when needed. Undercover, maybe, or an attempt to fit in wearing an outfit that doesn’t have ANDROID written across his back in a less-than-subtle way.]
Just not something I’m used to, but I think I can approve of the colors. And it’s easy enough to move around in.
[He takes a moment to view how his jacket looks on her, however.]
I don’t think you look weird, even if it is a little too large for your frame. I don’t know if a ribbon adheres to CyberLife standard, though.
[ She leans a little sideways, giving him a playful nudge.
Looking back at the mirror, she attempts to visualize coordinating a different set of clothing underneath. Likewise, she could get used to the jacket. CyberLife has to let some customization slide, she thinks. Her mask was customized into an eye patch, though it may be considered borderline breaking YoRHa standard. ]
Only YoRHa models wear black. Same with the masks. The older androids I've met wear— I don't know. A lot of beige and brown? And worn-out hoods and capes. Their clothing is in tatters... whatever's left on the surface, I guess.
[ Not like there's anywhere fancy for the androids to shop. And they've been forgotten...
Reaching for her mask, she tugs it loose. Not something she does often, but she's interested in seeing how she looks without it. And she does indeed have another eye underneath. ]
[The nudge just earns her a blink and a continued smile, and he just shuffles himself so that he's balanced properly again.]
There are older model androids still active in your world?
[That's news to him, a subject never encroached upon with anyone from her world. He never thought to ask, but now it's a curiosity that barrels to the forefront of his mind.
Connor looks in the mirror, assessing her own tweaks to her appearance.]
A4, why do you wear that? [If she does indeed have another eye...] Is your visual processing damaged in that specific eye?
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...Well. An android from CyberLife that's outfitted with the wrong size uniform, maybe.
[He reaches over to grab the hoodie, pulling it from its not-quite-neatly-folded stack.]
Otherwise, anyone would mistake you for the RK800 model.
[Is he joking? He's probably joking.]
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Oh man, I'd be bad at detective work. I'll leave that job to you, Connor.
[ Despite the obviously incorrect fit, she doesn't bother removing the jacket. She twirls around twice, then meanders around the room's open space as she sways her arms back and forth. Don't mind her... she's getting a feel for the jacket. And goofing off a little.
Connor will find that the hoodie is surprisingly the right size. The clothing that she'd produced for A2 and Konoha were also a good fit. How that even works is a mystery. It could have something to do with whoever A4's thinking about at the time. Wow, magic. ]
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But a feature of the RK800 is adaptability. I’m sure you’d be able to learn with the right guidance — in the meanwhile, your combat subroutines would be second-to-none.
[With that, Connor’s going to work on slipping the same navy hoodie over his head. A little bit of finagling later and he gets his arms through the sleeves, and his head pops out from the top; a strand of hair falls across his forehead as a result, upended from its usual spot. He presses his hands down the hoodie’s front to smooth out any wrinkles — it fits quite well.]
What do you think?
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[ What better guidance than go to the RK800 model itself?
She spins back around to face Connor, paying no mind as her energetic movement easily causes the over-sized jacket to start slipping off one of her shoulders. The smug little grin hasn't faded from her face as she pauses to assess his appearance.
The hoodie is nicely semi-fitted to him, comfortably snug on his shoulders. Clean design, no loud colors. The navy suits him. A relaxed look, without appearing sloppy either. Maybe he should just keep that extra strand of hair on his forehead too. (Please don't wear a beanie, Connor.)
Here it comes... her victory sign of approval. Give her a moment to wriggle her hand out of the sleeve to do her usual V-sign. ]
Well, aren't you looking cool and cozy!
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Ah, but there's that victory sign again. A gesture that he's only associated with her thus far, and fittingly appropriate -- energetic, upbeat. All part and parcel of her programming.
Regardless, Connor adjusts the bottoms of his sleeves, then brings a hand up to card through his hair. (You won't stop him from wearing a beanie if he so pleases!) And praise... even from another android, it's nice, making him grin just a little.]
Is the color suitable?
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[ With her current skills, A4 would serve better as a bodyguard than attempt an investigation on her own. Hopefully if such a need arises, it will be somewhere that she can actually venture in. Sitting around, being unable to help with the underwater caverns made her antsy.
Rolling up her sleeves to further free up her hands, she casually walks up, stepping around him to adjust the back of the hoodie by lightly tugging the edges. Merely a quick check to see if everything looks fine from the back just as it does the front. Hopefully he doesn't mind a bit of her minor fussing here and there. She didn't even try to politely ask. ]
The navy works for you. Not too flashy, but nice.
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So he stands android-still as she fusses, the only movement being the turn of his head as he tries to track her movement behind him.]
Do you think that blues in general look better on me?
[It would make sense, he thinks. CyberLife's chosen uniform for him seemed to skew in that direction, though he had never really given it much thought until recently. No need to change what he was wearing, not back in Detroit.]
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Taking a step back, she gives him another look over. There could be some extra work done, leaving some room for layering a jacket over the hoodie. Though it can work well enough on its own. ]
I think so. Mainly darker blues and grays. I guess CyberLife had the same line of thinking when they designed you, huh? [ The current selection of clothing does lean toward a similar color scheme. ] You might be able to pull off something in black. Maaaaybe some white? You know, just with that white shirt you have. Minus the jacket, with or without your tie.
[ There are many options to try and she'd need to see it. ]
How are you feeling, by the way?
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[Ah, she need only ask about the comb. Connor is so fussy about his appearance (most especially the neatness of his hair), that one can probably assume that a comb lies close to the nearest mirror somewhere. Well-used, too, especially after all the shenanigans having to do with Lake Dona — how often did he have to comb back soaked hair, in the vain hope that it would remain in place?
The gesture is still…. something he’s unused to. Connor remains still, but his brow becomes taut when her fingers brush against his forehead, unused to this mode of physical contact.]
Can I ask you something about your programming?
[Seemingly related to nothing, but it is.]
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If he lends her a comb, she might never give it back. A4 needs to find a comb for herself! Tools for curling her hair (and others) would be nice too. And some cute accessories... ]
...Sure?
[ There's a noticeable pause, along with a rather reluctant-sounding "sure". She can at least hear out his question, while deciding whether or not she wants to actually answer. ]
What do you want to know?
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Is having an interest in fashion a part of your programming? And if so, what's the reasoning behind it?
[It seems like a rather strange novelty, to delegate this tendency to a combat unit. Then again, A4 was the sort who appeared to always find herself beyond the realm of basic expectation.]
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[ While she's not bound to Command's rules anymore, she still doesn't want to go into the entire specifics. She'll let a few details slide. ]
I've said before they wanted diversity among my squadron. One android could have the memory of a bullied child and another would remember living a peaceful life on a farm. [ To name a few examples. ] It's different for each unit.
[ She just happens to be the cheerful, fashionable one of her squad. ]
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I’m only asking because I wonder if it’s… strange to be enthusiastic about a hobby that’s based on false experience.
[Maybe that’s poorly worded, he thinks, LED blinking. Trying again, not wishing to offend, and tugging mindlessly on the strings of his hoodie to make them even—]
I don’t really have interests or preferences like that. That’s why I’m curious.
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Well, I don't find it strange. Perhaps it's because the experience feels real. I guess... the strange part is that there are gaps in these memories. A lot of details about human civilization are still unfamiliar to me.
[ It's only a very small portion of a human lifetime. All she knows is that she was a schoolgirl. Even then, there were missing details here and there.
Her eyes focus on his tugging and... is that a piece of lint? She leans forward, reaching over to pluck at his sleeve. ]
Ever consider trying a hobby, Connor?
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No. I didn’t have the luxury of considering something like a hobby for myself back in Detroit. There wasn’t much of a need for it.
[Here, though…]
However, during long stretches of time during our stay here, at the Temple, I’ve thought about finding a task to... facilitate self-betterment. To be more well-rounded to suit the unknown variables of upcoming missions.
[aka hE’S BORED]
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Just say you're bored, nerd. ]
We do have a fighting ring. You could hone your combat abilities there, I guess...?
[ A shrug. I guess?! She feels like she just gave him the lamest suggestion ever, despite being a combat unit. Admittedly, she does get an adrenaline rush from battle, but she never willingly seeks out a fight. She'd rather play dress up... ]
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I’ve visited a couple of times to observe. I’ve even sparred with some of my closer acquaintances.
[It’s no detective work, though. No problem-solving, no analytical thinking. HIs entire means of function has been waylaid and it’s rather bothersome.
But…]
Actually, A4, would you mind sparring with me someday? You were designed for combat, so I’m sure there’s a lot I could learn from you.
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A4 sighs, but puts on a smile nonetheless. ]
Someday, sure.
[ You're going down, Connor.
Without warning, she steps forward to grab him by the arm. She was intending on towing him off somewhere, but... where is she even trying to go? Not even she knows. ]
...Got a mirror, somewhere?
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Here, in the washroom.
[Connected to his room, not that he has much use for it. But there’s indeed a mirror in there, which does get more use than anything else of his, usually.]
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You've gotta see how you look! Let's go, let's go!
[ A4 chants excitedly. This gives her a chance to see how she looks in this over-sized jacket too. ]
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To be fair, it's not as if he hasn't stood in this exact same spot from time to time. Fixing his hair, straightening his tie. Making certain that he's presentable down to each contour line of his uniform before he heads out to start the day proper.
Catching a glance at how he looks in the mirror today, he pauses for a moment.]
It's an unusual sight.
[He's only ever worn his jacket. Devoid of it, wearing a hoodie seems... well. Rather casual.]
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[ A4 doesn't sound offended. More curious about any other thoughts or feedback, though she is fairly confident in her choices. She steps— twirls out from behind Connor, pausing to stand next to him as she looks at herself. She's partially distracted by her reflection.
Aside from the CyberLife jacket being too large on her, the colors are an unusual change of pace. The clothes that she produces for herself with her magic tend to stray towards black, like all YoRHa uniforms.
Despite how different it is, she's smiling. ]
Wow, I've never worn anything aside from black. Hey, hey— Connor. Do these colors look weird on me? I should wear a white shirt underneath like you do, with a tie. Ooor I can just tie a cute ribbon right here, instead.
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[Not bad at all, not really. While the lines aren’t as straight and bold as what a jacket might employ, there’s something to be said about a more casual look when needed. Undercover, maybe, or an attempt to fit in wearing an outfit that doesn’t have ANDROID written across his back in a less-than-subtle way.]
Just not something I’m used to, but I think I can approve of the colors. And it’s easy enough to move around in.
[He takes a moment to view how his jacket looks on her, however.]
I don’t think you look weird, even if it is a little too large for your frame. I don’t know if a ribbon adheres to CyberLife standard, though.
[A small joke. He knows it doesn’t.]
Do androids in your world dress only in black?
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[ She leans a little sideways, giving him a playful nudge.
Looking back at the mirror, she attempts to visualize coordinating a different set of clothing underneath. Likewise, she could get used to the jacket. CyberLife has to let some customization slide, she thinks. Her mask was customized into an eye patch, though it may be considered borderline breaking YoRHa standard. ]
Only YoRHa models wear black. Same with the masks. The older androids I've met wear— I don't know. A lot of beige and brown? And worn-out hoods and capes. Their clothing is in tatters... whatever's left on the surface, I guess.
[ Not like there's anywhere fancy for the androids to shop. And they've been forgotten...
Reaching for her mask, she tugs it loose. Not something she does often, but she's interested in seeing how she looks without it. And she does indeed have another eye underneath. ]
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There are older model androids still active in your world?
[That's news to him, a subject never encroached upon with anyone from her world. He never thought to ask, but now it's a curiosity that barrels to the forefront of his mind.
Connor looks in the mirror, assessing her own tweaks to her appearance.]
A4, why do you wear that? [If she does indeed have another eye...] Is your visual processing damaged in that specific eye?
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