Remember: everything Rk900 says is made up.

Nines was acting… strange, recently. Whenever you’d talk with your coworkers, you’d feel his presence just over your shoulder, observing. He had his own desk, but recently he’d prefer to just stand next to yours and watch you work. “Detective,” His voice startled you. Nines’ gray eyes met yours, his lips parted, but no words left his mouth. His LED flickered from a neutral blue to yellow. “Seems I have... lost my train of thought. Nevermind. Apologies.” His smooth, robotic voice wavered.