Of course they look different. Sure, they look the same in the sense they're of the same make and both YoRHa units, but she's objectively more appealing. Anyone who would say otherwise would have to be blind. He's not going to protest though, not when 9S has found himself in her lap with her telling him they should go to his room.
He doesn't have to be told twice.
Up he scrambles off the couch, bare hand snagging gloved fingers to help her up to her feet. It's then he guides her, leading her toward his room, hoping that he hasn't left it in too big of a mess.
When they do enter she'll be greeted with a simple, monochrome furnished room, a desk in the corner sporting various pieces of electronics and machinery. His bed is neatly made, a small book of poetry on his bedside table. Suddenly he feels self conscious about his room, even though he knows she could care less.
no subject
He doesn't have to be told twice.
Up he scrambles off the couch, bare hand snagging gloved fingers to help her up to her feet. It's then he guides her, leading her toward his room, hoping that he hasn't left it in too big of a mess.
When they do enter she'll be greeted with a simple, monochrome furnished room, a desk in the corner sporting various pieces of electronics and machinery. His bed is neatly made, a small book of poetry on his bedside table. Suddenly he feels self conscious about his room, even though he knows she could care less.
"It's pretty simple but...it's cozy?"
Or it will be now, with her here with him.