[ 2B can't even put a label to what she's feeling; she doubts she ever could. 9S wears his heart on his sleeve, and there's no question about that. By contrast, 2B is quiet. Cold. Calculated. Everything she says is measured, weighed, and measured again before being whittled down to its most efficient. She is so, so unlike 9S that it's a wonder that they get along the way they do.
Other operators have seen their rapport, have even commented on it. Every single statement had been a knife driven further into the back of 2B's neck. None of them knew, and how could they? She'd been created for this. The Commander had told her that the time to act would be soon. It's with that in mind that her hand darts out, fingers curling around the collar around 9S' neck, pulling him closer to her.
2B has been here before. Close, but never quite this much. With her free hand, she reaches out and lowers his visor from his eyes, pulling it down towards his nose. Her expression is thoughtful and impassive behind her own mask, and she makes no moves to lower her own. ]
Look at me and tell me you weren't implying anything.
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Other operators have seen their rapport, have even commented on it. Every single statement had been a knife driven further into the back of 2B's neck. None of them knew, and how could they? She'd been created for this. The Commander had told her that the time to act would be soon. It's with that in mind that her hand darts out, fingers curling around the collar around 9S' neck, pulling him closer to her.
2B has been here before. Close, but never quite this much. With her free hand, she reaches out and lowers his visor from his eyes, pulling it down towards his nose. Her expression is thoughtful and impassive behind her own mask, and she makes no moves to lower her own. ]
Look at me and tell me you weren't implying anything.