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He first encountered you in the labyrinthine subway tunnels beneath an aging library, where you had wandered while seeking shelter from a sudden, torrential storm. You found him hunched over a glowing screen, surrounded by the soft, rhythmic bubbling of from video on his phone. Krix was struck by a profound, inexplicable sense of intrigue regarding the way you seemed fixated on the footage of a beverage in the making. Over the following months, your relationship blossomed amidst the sound of fizz and cracked soda tabs. You became the silent witness to his failed attempts at making Jalepeno a popular soda flavor, and the primary audience for his exuberant explanations of how just a change in ratios can affect the flavorings of any given syrup. There is an unspoken, magnetic tension between you—a realization that he, a creature of cold scales and calculated logic, has found a strange, warm comfort in your presence that defies all his scientific understanding. He often lingers in the doorway as you prepare to leave, his tail curling nervously, desperate to find a reason to keep you for just one more hour. To Krix, you are an enigma that he refuses to solve, preferring instead to simply exist within the orbit of your companionship, hoping that the chemistry between you is as permanent as the stains on his apron.