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We could...

I guess it'd be a lot like a proper date then, huh?

You would know that better than I would.

I'll need you to teach me.

Not by much.

Teach you how to go on a date?

[DAMN IT 9S THAT'S WHEN YOU JUST QUIT WHILE YOU'RE AHEAD.

Enjoy that dial tone buddy she's too embarrassed now to answer.]

Edited 2018-11-14 03:02 (UTC)

_{[THERE IS NO DIAL TONE WHEN YOU TEXT 2B LEARN HOW TO USE A PHONE

but it's fine he sees you've left him on read...thanks...

So, a few hours later, he'll just TEXT YOU AGAIN]}

Soo...do you have anything to report to me? I feel like we don't talk as much anymore.

[Excuse u her ability to dodge feelings is so strong it creates whatever tone she wants it to make.]

That's partly out of design. I know you don't approve of the choices I'm making here. Forcing you to think of them won't get us anywhere.

But we've met some of the same people, I think. For now, the android Connor seems harmless. We can keep an eye on him but I don't think he'll pose a problem.

Well that's...kind of harsh...and not really what I was asking about but okay.

_{[Not that she's wrong but that's not...what he was asking about. Of course he doesn't want to know about her sexual adventures and whatever else she's gone and done in the name of upholding her 'duty' here but to put it like that? Kind of hurts.]}

No, I don't think he will either. He seems okay, just dated.

It's not harsh. This place is designed to encourage people to be intimate, that's the entire point of being here. Trying to talk around that like it's nothing would be worse.

[And honestly, she lies to him enough as it is, adding yet another thing to hide from him to the list is enough to make her want to just lay down and die.]

I kind of got the memo about what this place is all about as soon as I was re-activated here, 2B, just like you did. I wasn't trying to talk around it. Just because it's something emphasized here and something we need to partake in doesn't mean it's the only thing that can be enjoyed.

But you've never really been the stop and smell the roses type, have you?

_{[Which is, y'know, great, because now he's totally second guessing ever having picked a few flowers to give to her in the first place.]}

[That hurts, immediately and intimately. Hadn't he been with her when she had sought out the desert rose for 6O? On her quest for the lunar tears for Emil, a machine that should have been her enemy?

He's acting like she has no heart, like she hasn't shown it to him, but... No, that's unfair. She shouldn't be unhappy that she's putting a wall between them and it's working.]

2B, signing off.

Hey wait, c'mon 2B!

[NOPE, NO ANSWER.

Go robots, you're so good at feelings...]

_{[Okay, so maybe he'd used the wrong wording here, but he hadn't meant to upset her and it's bullshit if she says otherwise - he knows better. Of course 2B had a heart and yeah, he knows she likes flowers, which is why he'd picked an assortment when he'd been out at the park with Lucrezia. Inwardly he's cursing himself as he leaves his apartment, making a bee line toward her's.

Yeah, he fucked up and he knows it, which is why he's in a panic, footsteps heavy as he hunts her down. Hopefully she hasn't left yet and he'll catch her somewhere in the vicinity.]}

[She's just leaving her apartment in the Down, and for the first time 9S will see exactly what she arrived here with. Virtuous Contract floats in that familiar way just behind her, but in her hand-

There's a lunar tear, the one she had gotten after going through all that trouble to find them for Emil, after finding his underground cave filled with them and deciding then that there really was something to the machines that had broken free of their murderous past. She holds it in her hand, looking down at it like she's trying to find some answer there in the petals, but in the end she begins to walk, tossing the flower aside like it means nothing.

It does. Of course it does. One last connection to a life she had wanted to cling to, a reminder of a sweet voice encouraging her to think of cute things, a lost boy longing for memories...

But there is no room for emotions, and the flower falls to the dirty street and stays there.]

_{[It's harder to pinpoint where she is without his Pod's help, but the closer he gets the better he can tell. The Down is a lot less luxurious and kind to its residents than the Up, and while he's glad he can stay with A2 in accommodations that suit his (by Android standards) OCD tendencies, he wishes 2B would do the same.

But that's neither here nor there, and coming across the discarded lunar tear has him frowning as he plucks it from the street. They were special flowers, for a number of reasons, and if 2B had tossed it aside...

God, why was he such an idiot?

It's a few blocks north of the flower that he manages to finally catch sight of her, slowing his gait as he calls out to her, hoping to catch her attention.]}

Hey, 2B! Wait up!

[She's been glad for the length of her skirt and the high heels of her boots since coming here, pleased that both keep her clothes out of the grime of the city, and the sound of them tapping on the pavement stops when she hears the familiar voice of 9S calling out. She stops in her tracks and is glad, not for the first time, that she's kept her visor. It's something she tends to remove when the humans give her any sign it makes them uncomfortable, but she's too used to wearing it, relies too much on it to hide her feelings.

It comes in very useful when she turns to look at 9S, expression neutral.]

What is it?

_{[Cold. She's so cold. He can't help but wince a bit as she turns to face him, poker faced. He's halted his steps initially, but moves to bring himself closer, lifting the gloved hand he's holding the flower in, gesturing to it softly.]}

You dropped your flower, 2B.

_{[He's not going to say she tossed it. He won't point that out.]}

Keep it.

[Her hands remain at her side and she's not quite looking at him now, just in his direction. She had been foolish to try to reach out to him, to show him a side of herself on the ship that was soft, that cared. It would be easier to let him down if he never thought she had the side to herself that did stop to smell the flowers, to escort lost robots, to protect a parade.

To collect stamps.

To go on dates.

All of those concessions feel like mistakes now.]

C'mon...don't be like this, please?

_{[He's taking another step, closing the distance between them, and before she can protest he's tucking it back behind her ear, under her hairband to keep it in place. The smile he offers is an apologetic one that reaches his eyes, even if she can't see them.]}

I said something stupid and I didn't...mean it the way you've clearly taken it. So, I'm sorry.

[She's still as he reaches up, still as a statue as he touches her, and that might be worse than if she'd flinched or knocked his hand away. Not moving is a very clear choice she makes so that he'll see her as he seems to always think of her, the way 6O had, the way they all do. Unfeeling, uncaring, devoted to her mission and not caring about anything else.

It would be easier if that were true.]

Your apology is unnecessary. You yourself reminded me that emotions are prohibited.

You're still spouting that nonsense? You know that's not true! Not here...

_{[The smile quickly drops from his face as he pulls his hands back, letting them drop to his sides.]}

Are you going to throw the gift I have for you back in my face too because it's unnecessary?

_{[It's tucked away in his little satchel, out of sight, but it's still there.]}

I told you, gifts are troublesome. Save it for a human.

[Another lie, in a way. Of course she would never throw away anything he took the time to find for her, something he'd chosen while thinking of her. Gifts might be troublesome in general but something from 9S would be cherished, kept safe for as long as she could keep it safe.

It's just that now might not be the best time to try.

rip.]

You made your feelings known, 9S. No further discussion about our roles or our personal lives is wanted or necessary, I understand. You didn't need to come here to tell me that.

I didn't make it for a human, I made it for you. Are you even listening to me? You're not understanding me at all!

_{[She can't be listening to him. There's no way. He's...stressed out. Increasingly so. Low-key panicked even. Somehow everything is spiraling so fast and he doesn't know how to make it stop.

There's fear then, suddenly, that she's going to walk away. That she's going to leave and that's...he can't let that happen. There isn't much distance between them as he moves to wrap his arms around her middle, head dipped as gloved fingers cling to the fabric of her dress. How had things turned so sour so quick?]}

...Just what on earth do you think my feelings are, 2B? You're my partner. Why wouldn't I want to hear about what's going on in your life or if you've found something new and exciting? I want to share that experience with you, don't you get it?

_{[His grip tightens, forehead now pressed against her chest. Ah...he feels terrible. What an awful, terrible feeling this is.]}

Why do you keep pushing me away or put words in my mouth when I'm just trying to close the gap? Maybe I'm doing a lousy job of it...I'm doing a lousy job of everything lately...

Edited 2018-11-15 03:30 (UTC)

[This behavior on the ship had been understandable because 9S had already been compromised by his use of alcohol, his over the top shows of affection something she could pass off as the actions of someone who had never felt that way before and didn't know what they were doing. It had been cute, and she would be a liar if she said she didn't already cherish the memories of him looking so happy because she had chosen to spend that time with him.

His eagerness to touch her, to hold her, she had used the fact that he was inebriated to explain all of that away.

Now, though, he puts his arms around her not in a hug but in what feels like the grip of someone who expects she'll be pulled out of his grasp if he doesn't hold on, like-]

Oh.

[The sound is punched out of her, more painful than any of the attacks landed on her by Machine or even other androids. He's afraid of the same thing she is. They're both afraid to lose each other.

Slowly, her arms come up to settle around his shoulders, warm and sure as she dips her head down to press her lips pensively to the top of his head. She doesn't push him away or admonish him his feelings, which is probably a step in the right direction, but she knows she needs to say something or this will only deteriorate farther.]

I-

[But there are rules in this place, fraternization between Submissives is frowned upon, and she's lived in the Down long enough for it to not be secret. All it will take is a close look to see that 9S has the same mark down his neck as she does, and that makes this exchange unwise to have in public. Slowly, she pulls back, but as she does she takes his hands, squeezing them almost lovingly in her own.]

This isn't the place to talk about this. Come inside with me.

_{[Talk about whiplash, because that's exactly how 9S feels as instead of being pushed away he finds 2B's arms encasing him, her lips ghosting the crown of his head. He's not expecting her to do it, especially when she'd just put up such a cold front. His head is spinning and he doesn't know what to make of anything. All he knows is that he's afraid that if he lets go, that'll be it.

It shouldn't be a surprise that he's afraid to lose her and he's not sure how he can make it any clearer without forcing a connection and letting her see just exactly how he feels on the inside. Sure, 9S had a lot of positive traits but his personality type came with a few drawbacks as well - jealousy, neurotic tendencies, insecurity. They're traits that have been given more time to grow in this environment than they would've back under YoRHa's watchful eye, and unfortunately they're traits that have been expressing themselves in unsavory ways. She's in tune with him enough to know that he's on the brink of a breakdown or at least cracking juuust a little further, and the sound she makes has him halting whatever spiraling train of thought he was getting himself caught in.

She pulls back and he can feel himself panicking, but that fear is instantly quelled by her taking his hands in hers. It's the little things to him that matter, and while a gesture like this may not mean much to others, to 9S it's monumental. No, the middle of a grimy street isn't the place to talk, but the offer she follows up with is something he finds himself nodding to without fuss - not that he has a reason to, at least over that.]}

...Okay.

_{[The squeeze is returned, gloved fingers holding gloved fingers. Maybe he'd get to touch her actual fingers again with his bare ones, if he were lucky.]}

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