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Tret isn't too sure about this whole

owning someone. The only pet he's

had are the jellies, but he nor they are dead yet, so hey, he's doing something right. To be honest, he's a little weirded out by the whole cyborg but not really aspect, but Kader's been married to one for years and Ghelfi is the coolest motherfucker in their unit. He goes and creates? Orders? Designs? a...flatmate. He's got no name. Tret figures the guy can name himself and all that, but he doesn't read the manual. The poor thing hangs out in his room all day, but really, Tret isn't home all that much and when he is, it's either a food coma or passed out. So. Bot could be doing whatever. Then his house goes and catches fire (fucking weather, man), he loses Olias, and holy shit, that's not at all how Tret remembers him looking. And maybe he begins coming home earlier (not that much) and eating home cooked meals (so good!) and generally enjoying his life a whole lot more.

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T R E T

°Mid-thirties

° Undercut; black or deep orange; professional 110% of the time (really tho, just-woke-up Tret is the only time his hair isn't perfectly-in-place); blond only when on the job.

° Sleeping, the entirety of Chi-District's questionably tasty food, feeding his jellyfish, floral, attempting to be badass in space, t.v. programs.

° Intergalactic Trade & Commerce

° His only tat is a brand that all IT&C wear on their bicep.

° Food for days.

° Smells like sweat, metal, & aftershave.