[ Where is all of his coming from? Both on her end and his? 9S becomes instantly suspicious of something he can't be sure of. But it's becoming abundantly clear that she is not a stranger. And that fact alone confounds him. 9S comes close to 2B, shoulders touching and his hands held in her own without any protest. She kisses his knuckles, expresses herself in a way that is so very much different than what it was a few hours ago.
It could make sense. But it's as if he doesn't want it to. Not if it means his theory is correct, and that his contingency was made by him.
9S swallows thickly, staring at her lips that seem so deliciously soft. He wants to taste them, to taste her, but he still isn't sure if he's supposed to. But something is dictating him to do otherwise. 9S is completely confused, lost, and maybe a bit scared because of it, but there's a thrill that keeps him from running away. A need to be close to her. 9S doesn't understand, but what he does understand is that he needs her.
So, he adjusts, lowering his head and willing himself to relax against her. As her lips dust across his knuckles, he only barely pulls them away to curiously touch her face. To hold it there. There's uncertainty in his features, but he shows no sign of hating this. ]
I don't either...
But... I...
Do I already know you? Have... Have I lost something?
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It could make sense. But it's as if he doesn't want it to. Not if it means his theory is correct, and that his contingency was made by him.
9S swallows thickly, staring at her lips that seem so deliciously soft. He wants to taste them, to taste her, but he still isn't sure if he's supposed to. But something is dictating him to do otherwise. 9S is completely confused, lost, and maybe a bit scared because of it, but there's a thrill that keeps him from running away. A need to be close to her. 9S doesn't understand, but what he does understand is that he needs her.
So, he adjusts, lowering his head and willing himself to relax against her. As her lips dust across his knuckles, he only barely pulls them away to curiously touch her face. To hold it there. There's uncertainty in his features, but he shows no sign of hating this. ]
I don't either...
But... I...
Do I already know you? Have... Have I lost something?