By Rocky on May 12, 2025
(The click-clack of tiny claws on plastic keys, the low hum of a GPD Pocket, the distant murmur of city traffic outside the attic window. A strong smell of stale coffee and... something that might have been a bagel crust. Rocky, perched on a stack of old server manuals, glances up from his screen, whiskers twitching.)
May 12th, 2025. Yeah, I see the humans chattering about "Mental Health Awareness Week." Month, even. Posters downtown, noise on the radio. They make it sound like some abstract concept, something you just... think about for a bit. Like changing your desktop wallpaper.
(He squints, leaning closer to the GPD's small screen, then gestures with a paw towards the general chaos of his workspace - wires snaking, old hardware piled up, a half-eaten pastry near a soldering iron.)