[ A sensation he's still not quite adjusted to: adrenaline. There's something similar to it when combat is initiated in their true forms, but something about it inside of a human form is much more... Carnal. Arguments seem to make his skin run hot, his gut to churn and tighten and his chest to wrap itself in knots. The desire to fight merely with tongue is far more alluding to him than what comes of crushing a machine's chassis in.
9S stands when he feels his blood pressure spike. That desire to raise his voice is damn near painful. He has no idea how naturally born men deal with this but it hurts. It hurts because he wants to make a point. It hurts because he hasn't let himself get fucked in weeks. It hurts because he wants 2B in so many ways that he honestly feels he'll never have. Those lips that deliver poison have been kissed, tasted, and not by him.
It bothers him. If fucking hurts. But he maintains a stance that suggests something other than sadness. His gaze narrows, his expression ever clear without the shroud of his combat visor. His body is stiff, muscles tight, though his head tilts. He matches her tone with something equally dark and threatening. ]
No, it hasn't. I'll give you that.
[ 9S should be fascinated by the way his chest naturally puffs. It's a human reaction, one that is both utilized when threatening a potential threat and when trying to impress a mate. Who's to say what the purpose of that action is now? It's likely the latter. He can't be sure, but it's possible. ]
Does the idea of someone else touching me piss you off?
Correct me if I'm wrong, 2B, but just because I'm not a Scanner anymore doesn't mean I'm dense.
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9S stands when he feels his blood pressure spike. That desire to raise his voice is damn near painful. He has no idea how naturally born men deal with this but it hurts. It hurts because he wants to make a point. It hurts because he hasn't let himself get fucked in weeks. It hurts because he wants 2B in so many ways that he honestly feels he'll never have. Those lips that deliver poison have been kissed, tasted, and not by him.
It bothers him. If fucking hurts. But he maintains a stance that suggests something other than sadness. His gaze narrows, his expression ever clear without the shroud of his combat visor. His body is stiff, muscles tight, though his head tilts. He matches her tone with something equally dark and threatening. ]
No, it hasn't. I'll give you that.
[ 9S should be fascinated by the way his chest naturally puffs. It's a human reaction, one that is both utilized when threatening a potential threat and when trying to impress a mate. Who's to say what the purpose of that action is now? It's likely the latter. He can't be sure, but it's possible. ]
Does the idea of someone else touching me piss you off?
Correct me if I'm wrong, 2B, but just because I'm not a Scanner anymore doesn't mean I'm dense.