[It takes a bit of work to jar Erika out of a computer fugue. It's a comfortable state for her, an environment of near-total control, and stepping back for food and drink and sleep is like venturing into the jungle for necessities.
Luckily, Botamon is here to go COMPLETELY BUCKWILD at the mention of food. It's hard to ignore a fuzzy glob of gelatinous data(?) rampaging up and across your keyboard, ears a-swinging.]
Hey-! Oh. 9S? [She tries and fails to corral Botamon before it can go and start orbiting his ankles. "Don't step on him" probably doesn't need to be said, so she doesn't bother.] Sorry about, mm. What is it? [the food.]
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Luckily, Botamon is here to go COMPLETELY BUCKWILD at the mention of food. It's hard to ignore a fuzzy glob of gelatinous data(?) rampaging up and across your keyboard, ears a-swinging.]
Hey-! Oh. 9S? [She tries and fails to corral Botamon before it can go and start orbiting his ankles. "Don't step on him" probably doesn't need to be said, so she doesn't bother.] Sorry about, mm. What is it? [the food.]