9S' body is wracked in complete agony. His form tears away at itself from the inside, code corrupted and loud as it all slowly breaks and triggers malfunctions. There are plenty of warnings that fire off in his visuals, all red and persistent but he ignores every single one. Where 9S has always been diligent and quick to repair anything, this time? He doesn't care.
He wants to die. Because then he might be able to finally rest. It's not worth it without 2B-- His 2B. The android he so devastatingly loves but wants so badly to destroy and maim. It's already abundantly clear that he seeks to carry out those needs with the one beneath him, still completely doubtful that it's actually her.
The kiss on his part isn't close to passionate. It's hungry and wild, carnal and wet. His hands are busy with wrenching her clothes off, working towards an end that he recalls fantasizing about plenty of times before her death. He loves her. He loves her and he wanted to bury himself in her. Fuck her to release both the anger and painful devotion that made being with her both fantastic and completely awful. Knowing what she's done has only sought to make those feelings gnaw at him now. 9S is no longer cheerful, and instead is in constant pain and despair. Anger.
She cradles his face. 9S has his eyes tightly shut as he begins to tear her dress because simply removing it is too much work. But there's a significant shift in tone when she goes from physically acting uncertain and shocked, to... Passionate and caring. Fearless, yet gentle and without defense. The kiss on his behalf is harsh and violent, while hers is feather-light and caring.
His eyes abruptly open wide, red, glowing pupils dilating as the mechanisms controlling it hiss in their expansion. Her warmth surrounds him, stealing him of focus on the task at hand and suddenly he stops over her. It hurts. It hurts because his heart aches in this passionate return of affection that no one has ever given him before. It hurts because he wonders if she ever did love him. It hurts because this isn't fucking her and how dare she pretend she is.
There's a brief, oh so brief moment that he pauses. As if he's tempted to return the gesture in a similar fashion. As if somewhere, far deep in his head, the real 9S is still there.
He immediately denies it in a panic. 9S breaks the kiss after 2B gets her message across for a few seconds. His brow is furrowed, expression angry despite how his eyes have filled with tears. He's unaware of it, and 2B will see them begin to streak down his face before he physically smacks her arms away and grabs her roughly by the shoulders. ]
On your knees. Turn around.
[ When he speaks, it's clear that the virus has already taken to his vocal software. His voice is fuzzy and glitched out, broken. But that doesn't seem to bother him, especially not when he's suddenly too busy trying to make it so he can't look at her fucking face anymore. ]
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9S' body is wracked in complete agony. His form tears away at itself from the inside, code corrupted and loud as it all slowly breaks and triggers malfunctions. There are plenty of warnings that fire off in his visuals, all red and persistent but he ignores every single one. Where 9S has always been diligent and quick to repair anything, this time? He doesn't care.
He wants to die. Because then he might be able to finally rest. It's not worth it without 2B-- His 2B. The android he so devastatingly loves but wants so badly to destroy and maim. It's already abundantly clear that he seeks to carry out those needs with the one beneath him, still completely doubtful that it's actually her.
The kiss on his part isn't close to passionate. It's hungry and wild, carnal and wet. His hands are busy with wrenching her clothes off, working towards an end that he recalls fantasizing about plenty of times before her death. He loves her. He loves her and he wanted to bury himself in her. Fuck her to release both the anger and painful devotion that made being with her both fantastic and completely awful. Knowing what she's done has only sought to make those feelings gnaw at him now. 9S is no longer cheerful, and instead is in constant pain and despair. Anger.
She cradles his face. 9S has his eyes tightly shut as he begins to tear her dress because simply removing it is too much work. But there's a significant shift in tone when she goes from physically acting uncertain and shocked, to... Passionate and caring. Fearless, yet gentle and without defense. The kiss on his behalf is harsh and violent, while hers is feather-light and caring.
His eyes abruptly open wide, red, glowing pupils dilating as the mechanisms controlling it hiss in their expansion. Her warmth surrounds him, stealing him of focus on the task at hand and suddenly he stops over her. It hurts. It hurts because his heart aches in this passionate return of affection that no one has ever given him before. It hurts because he wonders if she ever did love him. It hurts because this isn't fucking her and how dare she pretend she is.
There's a brief, oh so brief moment that he pauses. As if he's tempted to return the gesture in a similar fashion. As if somewhere, far deep in his head, the real 9S is still there.
He immediately denies it in a panic. 9S breaks the kiss after 2B gets her message across for a few seconds. His brow is furrowed, expression angry despite how his eyes have filled with tears. He's unaware of it, and 2B will see them begin to streak down his face before he physically smacks her arms away and grabs her roughly by the shoulders. ]
On your knees. Turn around.
[ When he speaks, it's clear that the virus has already taken to his vocal software. His voice is fuzzy and glitched out, broken. But that doesn't seem to bother him, especially not when he's suddenly too busy trying to make it so he can't look at her fucking face anymore. ]