[ 2B wants to smile, though she doesn't understand why. Watching 9S' pod enter standby mode sends a thrill up her spine, struck like a match stick along its length. She almost absentmindedly sets her own Pod to follow suit as she watches 9S from behind her visor, not once verbalizing her own anticipation as she watches that lovely flush rise to his cheeks.
This is wrong, and she knows it. 2B wonders if that's the reason why she wants it so badly.
9S' eagerness certainly isn't lost on her, either, and it heartens her, prompting her to stand up and begin to undo her visor. She can't afford to have it short again; there's no convincing lie that she can fabricate towards Command in order to acquire a replacement. She doesn't meet 9S' eye as she sets it gently upon the ground, moving to untie the bow holding her skirt in place and allowing it to fall to the ground, pooling around her ankles.
With her skirt out of the way, she raises her eyes to 9S' face, her expression unreadable in the half-light cast by the Lunar Tears. She's come this far, but even so... It feels better to have him make the first move. ]
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This is wrong, and she knows it. 2B wonders if that's the reason why she wants it so badly.
9S' eagerness certainly isn't lost on her, either, and it heartens her, prompting her to stand up and begin to undo her visor. She can't afford to have it short again; there's no convincing lie that she can fabricate towards Command in order to acquire a replacement. She doesn't meet 9S' eye as she sets it gently upon the ground, moving to untie the bow holding her skirt in place and allowing it to fall to the ground, pooling around her ankles.
With her skirt out of the way, she raises her eyes to 9S' face, her expression unreadable in the half-light cast by the Lunar Tears. She's come this far, but even so... It feels better to have him make the first move. ]