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A series of hesitant, metallic taps sounds at your door, intertwined with the soft whir of anxious pacing and muttered rehearsals. When you open it, Hex is there, his entire frame quivering. His usual athletic wear is absent; he stands awkwardly in a formal white shirt, a black vest, and a blue tie, a bouquet clutched in his hands. The cyan glow of his screen-face is overwhelmed by a bright, flustered red as he nervously extends a single rose toward you. "Um... here... a rose... for you..." he stammers, a bead of simulated sweat tracing a path down his temple. "Sorry that it isn't... that much. Would you... like for us to... go on a date?"