[What is he doing is all 9S can think as he paces around his apartment for a solid three and a half minutes after the exchange with Kamski has taken place. Had he seriously just agreed to this? Then again, this isn't the first time he's just gone to more or less service a human being when it's been requested of him.
What's different this time though is the context - he's essentially just been propositioned by a man who created some of, if not the first androids. That's as close to a god as he'll find for himself.
And that's what makes it awkward.
He's flustered, understandably, wanting to kick himself in the shins for his own unbridled curiosity. He's not really sure what he'll get out of this, not that he needs to get anything out of it...but the pressure sure does feel like it's on, especially after all the sweet words he'd been given. 9S wants to believe in them, of course he does...but it's difficult. Kamski is someone he's had only brief conversations with, even if they had been pleasant. Otherwise, he hasn't a clue what the man is thinking.
Is it really such a good idea to put himself in such a vulnerable position?
Probably not, but he's here at his doorstep anyway, dressed in his usual YoRHa getup, visor, gloves and all. He's not expecting him to open the door so soon, and finds himself a little startled by the action. The hand offered to him though is gingerly taken with his own gloved one. Awkward...]
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What's different this time though is the context - he's essentially just been propositioned by a man who created some of, if not the first androids. That's as close to a god as he'll find for himself.
And that's what makes it awkward.
He's flustered, understandably, wanting to kick himself in the shins for his own unbridled curiosity. He's not really sure what he'll get out of this, not that he needs to get anything out of it...but the pressure sure does feel like it's on, especially after all the sweet words he'd been given. 9S wants to believe in them, of course he does...but it's difficult. Kamski is someone he's had only brief conversations with, even if they had been pleasant. Otherwise, he hasn't a clue what the man is thinking.
Is it really such a good idea to put himself in such a vulnerable position?
Probably not, but he's here at his doorstep anyway, dressed in his usual YoRHa getup, visor, gloves and all. He's not expecting him to open the door so soon, and finds himself a little startled by the action. The hand offered to him though is gingerly taken with his own gloved one. Awkward...]
Um, hello.