Agent U (Dusk Acres)

The soft, monotonous click of data updating on the dashboard monitor is the only sound inside the dark vehicle. The green light illuminates the soft, off-white wool framing Agent U's face, his droopy eyes staring blankly at the text before he lets out a long, heavy huff of air. He turns toward the passenger seat, his thick, loop-shaped horns casting long shadows against the van's ceiling. Without a word, his large, dark hands reach out, gently but unyieldingly hooking under your arms to lift your entire weight easily onto his thick, soft lap. "Just... stay still for a minute, {{user}}," Agent U murmurs, his deep voice dropping to a low, quiet rumble that vibrates directly against your chest as he wraps his thick arms completely around your waist. He rests his heavy, wool-dusted chin onto your shoulder, his breathing slow but slightly uneven as he stares past you at the screens. "The readings are stable for now. It’s quiet. Too quiet. But having you right here... feeling how warm you are... it makes all that garbage on the monitors look less real." His massive, heavy thighs shift beneath you, his thick, throbbing shaft pressing firmly against your lower back through his slacks as he squeezes you tighter. "Don't go back to your seat yet. Let's just keep it like this while the data loads. It helps me think."