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_{[He has so many questions. This is the last thing he expected to happen when he agreed to meet up with 2B. Once he's given permission to open the little black box (hah) he can't help the small sound of delight that slips him. Immediately he's plucking it from the box, holding it close to his face to study it better. With his eyes on display it's clear from his expression he's taking it in, committing every detail to memory as his eyes scan the object from left to right. His cheeks feel a little warm as he keeps looking at the bracelet before he's lowering it, letting his gaze fix on 2B instead.

There's no hesitation as he rolls up his sleeve, pushing down the cuff of his glove to put it on his wrist. He'll never take it off.

Well, okay, maybe when he takes a bath...but the point still stands.]}

...Thank you, it's beautiful.

[There's a certain kind of calmness that settles over her while she watches him, observes his reaction and watches with a sense of pleasure as he's quick to put the bracelet on. Maybe she should have done that for him, she thinks, but he gets to it so fast it's out of her control before she even has the option to try.]

It called a charm bracelet. You can collect other things to attach to it and make it something no one else has.

[She extends her arm to him so that he can see her wrist, the flash of silver there that matches the bracelet she's given him, but hers is empty.]

That's really cool...

_{[Collecting. 9S loves collecting. A charm bracelet, huh? He likes the concept of it, especially the part about making it unique somehow. He leans over a little bit to get a better look at her wrist when she shows him, noticing there aren't any charms on hers...which is a little odd. Had she not found a charm she wanted or liked yet?]}

I'm going to get you one. Your first charm.

_{[He blurts it out, without thinking. Nice one, smarty pants.]}

[It might be impulsive, but he's not wrong.]

I was going to ask if you'd help me pick one.

[And then, in a moment of self-doubt, she looks down and away from him.]

I got one for A2 as well. Something we can all have to feel... connected, without the Bunker. You'll have to pick a charm for hers too.

_{[Ah...now he's embarrassed. Don't mind the color of his cheeks darkening just a bit.]}

Of course I'll help pick one out for you.

_{[He's not expecting the second part though, eyebrows raising as he watches her look down and away. She'd gotten one for A2 as well? The look he gives her softens then. The desire for the three of them to be connected here...it's mutual. He's sure even A2 feels that way on some level.]}

How about we decide on hers together? I think she'd like that...I mean, she hasn't been connected to the Bunker for a long time.

I wasn't sure if she would accept it.

[Not because it's from her, but because she wasn't really sure how A2 would take a replacement for the Bunker being suggested. She knows the other android has no desire to be tied to their organization and, as much as she can without going against her own programming, she understands.

Doesn't really approve, but tries to let it go.

So her intention had been to give her the blank, let her choose, but maybe if 9S is in on it it will go better.]

The shop I got them from is nearby if you'd like to go now.

I don't see why she wouldn't? I mean, okay...maybe leave the Bunker comparison out, but the connected part she'll probably appreciate? I mean it's symbolic, after all.

_{[How pissed off could she get over a bit of symbolism?]}

Yeah, let's go now! No reason not to, right?

I'll keep that in mind.

[There's a dry sort of humor to her tone, understated and barely there, the kind of thing only 9S or 6O could ever hope to pick up on, but it's not something 2B is actively aware of as she gets to her feet and pushes her chair in.

Vaguely, she's disappointed in herself. She had intended to share coffee and some sort of pastry with 9S on this outing, but the gift had come too soon.

Next time, she will wait. The food will come first, she will let him enjoy that, and then the gift.

Another charm, she thinks. Something symbolic like the bird is, a symbol of flight and freedom. Maybe a cake, since he likes them?

She isn't good at this.]

_{[She's better than she thinks she is, or at least that's 9S' opinion. He's also biased, being happy simply to receive anything from her. He's easy to please, if she's the one trying to do so. Standing and moving back around the table, he steps out onto the street (the little box has been tucked safely away in his satchel) waiting for her to join him.

It's just...nice. Being able to spend a moment together like this. Side by side, just the two of them. This is the stuff memories are made of, quite literally, that 9S makes sure to file away for later.]}

Winter's really pretty, don't you think?

You don't have to keep the box. It was just the container.

[There isn't anything special about it after all, but even as she's about to chide him for keeping unimportant items that only take up space and collect dust she can't help thinking that that's just one more thing that makes 9S who he is. He sees the value in things when she doesn't, sees the purpose of them when she overlooks it.

It's why they're such a good team.

As they walk side by side she has the urge to reach out and hold his hand, and... well, why not? They've been intimate now. She's promised to do better, try to be honest with him. She should hold herself to that promise.

So she tries. Her hand moves out and her fingertips brush his, but that's all it is. A brush, an offer. An attempt.

Not good enough. Frustratingly so.]

I'm just glad we get to see it together.

[And she tries again, and this time she pushes her fear and her doubt as far away as she can and just links their fingers together.

#winning.]

_{[But he does have to keep it, because it's part of the gift she gave him. Even if it's just the container for the bracelet, that still means it's important. What if he has to store it in the future for some reason? It's better to keep it rather than toss it away.

(Does 9S have hoarder tendencies? Just a little.)

He's not expecting the brush of her gloved fingers against his own, and thinks it's a fluke, that is until she takes his own and laces them together. There's a little hitch in his throat, his uncovered eyes glancing over to her as they continue to walk, hand in hand this time. If only he could see her eyes. Part of him wants to reach over and yank her visor off but...he won't do that.]}

M-Me too. _{[Dammit, why the stutter? Get it together!]} The snow on the rooftops reminds me a bit of icing.

[Even now 2B feels most comfortable with her visor on when they're in public, but if she knew 9S wanted to look into her eyes...

Well, she'd take it off. Just for now, just while it was only the two of them, but she'd take it off. His hand is warm in hers even with their gloves keeping them from skin to skin contact and she doesn't let go, resolutely holding on with no intention of letting him go any time soon.]

Of icing?

[She's at least kind enough to not draw attention to the stutter, choosing instead to look upwards at the eaves of the nearby buildings.]

Like on a cake?

Yep, like on a cake.

_{[If he actually could feel hunger, he'd probably feel such a thing now, but there's just a slight mental desire for the taste of cake on his tongue, to re-experience the sensation on his taste receptors. It makes him feel a little giddy, recalling the last memory of the most recent slice of chocolate cake he ate two days ago.

Yum.]}

Honestly, between me and you? The icing's the best part. I ate a whole bowl of icing not that long ago actually...

_{[Why is he telling her this? This is dumb he sounds so dumb!]}

Er, I mean...I was taste testing it. To make sure it was still good.

[He may be dreading this. Slowly her head turns so she can look at him, but with her visor on he won't see her raised eyebrows as she tries to take that in.

He ate icing on its own. Out of a bowl.

Why does that sound exactly like something he would do?]

You're lucky icing is safer than mackerel. That's a lot to eat all at once.

[Does that amount of sugar just burn off, or did he feel the effects? Did it make him sick? Did he crash after the sugar high?]

Still good for what?

_{[Mmm...he's being scolded. Sort of. Right? Kinda? It's not like she's wrong here, it is a lot to eat at once. But at the end of the day though it's just sugar and there's nothing wrong with that. It's not like the fish oil that clogs their innards.]}

Of course it's safe! I mean...it's fine. _[Pause.] Okay maybe I overdid it a bit but what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?

_{[That's some ancient human wisdom for you right there.]}

And still good to eat. Food goes bad and sure, we won't get sick from it, but it'll taste bad. Who wants to eat bad tasting food?

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