[ Perhaps it would be a good opportunity to end it there. To take the chance while he's washed over in bliss to snap his neck. To cut off that last remaining bit of air. 9S has no idea of her obligation and true designation, which leaves his side completely sated. He's never felt this close to anyone, and it's a feeling that he naturally clings to. ]
[ He was so. Alone. ]
[ 2B's grip eases, prompting an immediate gasp for air as he crumbles against the wall he's still pinned to. It takes him a moment to come down, to process the flood of over-stimulation that seems to interfere with his functions. His vision slowly returns, but not without the constant barrage of warnings regarding his physical state. Nerve-ending disconnection in his hips, shutdown of his motor functions in his legs. Did... Did 2B manage to damage his spine? That would make sense. There's practically a 9S-shaped crater in the wall now. That much is gathered when he only slightly moves his shoulders. This is going to be a difficult repair job, and he can't bother himself to think of an excuse right now or care. ]
[ He's lucky his feeling decided to skip town after his climax. 9S could laugh about it, but he's distracted by the sudden embrace on 2B's end. He grunts, stuck and broken, but there's a pleased little smile on his face. He has no idea she's fighting the urge to sob, no idea of what she's delaying from doing. And so, he wraps his arms around her in return, hesitant at first when he's not entirely certain how to properly deliver affection. His fingers splay out along her back, caress at the opening the top of her uniform provides. His head turns, nose pressing into her hair where he tentatively delivers a kiss. ]
We're lucky our circuits didn't melt.
[ He laughs. It's weak, because he's realizing now that his neck is slightly crushed. ]
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[ He was so. Alone. ]
[ 2B's grip eases, prompting an immediate gasp for air as he crumbles against the wall he's still pinned to. It takes him a moment to come down, to process the flood of over-stimulation that seems to interfere with his functions. His vision slowly returns, but not without the constant barrage of warnings regarding his physical state. Nerve-ending disconnection in his hips, shutdown of his motor functions in his legs. Did... Did 2B manage to damage his spine? That would make sense. There's practically a 9S-shaped crater in the wall now. That much is gathered when he only slightly moves his shoulders. This is going to be a difficult repair job, and he can't bother himself to think of an excuse right now or care. ]
[ He's lucky his feeling decided to skip town after his climax. 9S could laugh about it, but he's distracted by the sudden embrace on 2B's end. He grunts, stuck and broken, but there's a pleased little smile on his face. He has no idea she's fighting the urge to sob, no idea of what she's delaying from doing. And so, he wraps his arms around her in return, hesitant at first when he's not entirely certain how to properly deliver affection. His fingers splay out along her back, caress at the opening the top of her uniform provides. His head turns, nose pressing into her hair where he tentatively delivers a kiss. ]
We're lucky our circuits didn't melt.
[ He laughs. It's weak, because he's realizing now that his neck is slightly crushed. ]