[ 9S is used to her cold, often flat delivery of response. It's just how she is, though it may change periodically. He's keenly aware of what can change, given that he can't seem to get the sounds she had preciously made back in that basement. 9S gets lost in that, committing to memory every sensation and glance. Her piercing blue eyes and seemed to lock in as she stole what little oxygen he had left. The squeeze of his neck, the way her gaze seemed to lock on as his consciousness threatened to fade. 9S feels a twist in his gut, a thrill that shoots through what parts of him still work and he has to shake out of it. ]
[ Thankfully, 2B's humorous threat drags him right out of it. ]
WH-- Please don't! My wiring is exposed, I can't get wet!
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[ Thankfully, 2B's humorous threat drags him right out of it. ]
WH-- Please don't! My wiring is exposed, I can't get wet!
[ He whines. ]
Do you want to kill me?!
[ Yep. Sooner or later. ]