[ Some small part of 2B finds 9S' nervousness to be endearing. In all honesty, she likes the part of him that's eager to know anything and everything about the world around them, about the world that humans that had once called home. His voracity for knowledge, while likely due to the fact that he's a Scanner model, never fails to amaze her. His sputtering makes her want to smile, and his incessant babbling only serves to comfort and calm her on her worst day.
Something grips her chest tightly and pulls hard, tightening her throat and making it hard to breathe. She knows how this is going to end. So why does she allow it to get this far?
She focuses on the way 9S doggedly maintains that this is all for the sake of intel, and she sidles close, examining his face. Sexual activity had never been on the agenda for a model like 2B; combat models got their jollies from destroying machines, nothing more and nothing less. (And executioner models, well...) She meets his step backwards with one of her own moving forward, a hand reaching out to smooth her thumb across his cheek. ]
You should check your heatsink. Your dermal surface is unnaturally warm.
[ She vaguely wonders if humans acted like this, contradictory and tortured. She wants to step back as badly as she wants to close the distance between the two of them. Just as her lips part to speak, her pod drifts closer. ]
Analysis: Core temperature rising. Proposal: 2B should move to higher, more well-ventilated areas to stabilize.
[ 2B pauses, but keeps her hand at the side of 9S' face. ] What sort of assumptions are you going to draw from all of this? [ She asks, lingering for only a moment before allowing her arm to fall to her side. What is she doing?
After a few moments, she takes a step backwards, giving her partner space. ]
If you're done here, we should go. The rain is only going to get worse from here on out.
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Something grips her chest tightly and pulls hard, tightening her throat and making it hard to breathe. She knows how this is going to end. So why does she allow it to get this far?
She focuses on the way 9S doggedly maintains that this is all for the sake of intel, and she sidles close, examining his face. Sexual activity had never been on the agenda for a model like 2B; combat models got their jollies from destroying machines, nothing more and nothing less. (And executioner models, well...) She meets his step backwards with one of her own moving forward, a hand reaching out to smooth her thumb across his cheek. ]
You should check your heatsink. Your dermal surface is unnaturally warm.
[ She vaguely wonders if humans acted like this, contradictory and tortured. She wants to step back as badly as she wants to close the distance between the two of them. Just as her lips part to speak, her pod drifts closer. ]
Analysis: Core temperature rising. Proposal: 2B should move to higher, more well-ventilated areas to stabilize.
[ 2B pauses, but keeps her hand at the side of 9S' face. ] What sort of assumptions are you going to draw from all of this? [ She asks, lingering for only a moment before allowing her arm to fall to her side. What is she doing?
After a few moments, she takes a step backwards, giving her partner space. ]
If you're done here, we should go. The rain is only going to get worse from here on out.