[ 2B isn't aware of 9S' apparent fixation of her, but she's more than conscious of the fascination she holds for him. Every time he speaks, she finds herself listening intently, even if she doesn't always grace him with a response. Every tangent he goes on, every line of thought he deems appropriate to verbalize, is something 2B takes and stores away deep inside of herself.
It's a heavy burden, and it feels like it doubles in weight as her eyes trace the near-perfect "o" shape of his lips, which are rendered so softly and tenderly from the artificial skin grafted over their internal systems. 2B finds herself wanting to smooth her thumb along those, too, if only to see if they're as soft as they look. She's surprised at the amount of effort it takes for her to not do so. ]
You don't know a thing about my gears. [ She murmurs evenly. She feels as though her servos might seize, and she silently curses her own weakness. 2B's eyes follow the trajectory of the discarded magazine from behind her visor, and she follows after it. ]
There's no need to be petulant. You said it yourself: this is valuable intel. [ Kneeling, she picks up the fragile booklet, being careful not to crush it in her hands. ] If my gears corrode, they're your responsibility. Aren't you the one in charge of my maintenance?
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It's a heavy burden, and it feels like it doubles in weight as her eyes trace the near-perfect "o" shape of his lips, which are rendered so softly and tenderly from the artificial skin grafted over their internal systems. 2B finds herself wanting to smooth her thumb along those, too, if only to see if they're as soft as they look. She's surprised at the amount of effort it takes for her to not do so. ]
You don't know a thing about my gears. [ She murmurs evenly. She feels as though her servos might seize, and she silently curses her own weakness. 2B's eyes follow the trajectory of the discarded magazine from behind her visor, and she follows after it. ]
There's no need to be petulant. You said it yourself: this is valuable intel. [ Kneeling, she picks up the fragile booklet, being careful not to crush it in her hands. ] If my gears corrode, they're your responsibility. Aren't you the one in charge of my maintenance?