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_{[She leans back and before he realizes it he's atop her, resting chest to chest, and for once he's not worried about crushing the person beneath him. She's soft and warm, just like he is, and the ghosting of breath that rushes over his scalp has him sighing in turn.

If YoRHa didn't want them to feel they shouldn't have given them the capacity to, it's true, but after having interfaced with Connor, 9S firmly believes that having emotions is an inevitability for androids. Even back in the early 21st century, ancient history for them, androids were seen as being deviant for developing emotions on their own.]}

Y'know... _{[He starts softly, cheek pressed against her chest.]} Penguins are flightless birds. It's weird, right? And yet they've managed to live without needing to fly. They broke away from what evolution dictated them to be and still manage to exist.

_{[Maybe they were the same, in a way. They didn't need wings to fly to be free.]}

[He's comfortable to hold, a warm solid weight pressing her into the sofa cushions, yet so soft. (Holding A2 would be a lot different, as much padding as time has stripped away from her metal frame. The thought flits through her circuits and she doesn't bother to chase it, because haha, like that would ever happen.) There's a slight uptick in her pulse; she's not sure if the warmth spreading through her originates internally or if it's the heat he gives off, but it doesn't matter. It's nice either way.]

They had nowhere to fly, so they learned to swim.

[It doesn't take a specialized unit to see the comparison he's making.]

I... I still worry about what's going on back home without us, but... I feel like we can be more here, you know? This is where we get to swim. [a slight, self-conscious giggle] Or something.

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We don't have our actions dictated to us by Command, anyway...even if we're at the mercy of other powers at play here.

_{[At least they were human powers at play, and weren't they built to obey and fulfill their demands anyway?]}

We can be more than just what we were built to be, 6O.

[She gives a little hum of assent.]

We can be what we were built to be. Nobody's telling us that the way we're made is wrong— we can feel if we want to, we can have all these new experiences...

[They can fulfill their core purpose in a way that was impossible when the void of space separated them from the humanity they were made to serve. It's intimidating and exciting and... probably not what 9S was going for. But she'll hold the thought close for herself.

She's stopped rubbing his back, but she still kind of needs something to do with her hands. One arm encircles his waist; her other hand finds its way into his hair and she idly toys with the strands, combing through and twirling them around her fingers.]

_{[Everything she's saying to him is a relief, even if she's more or less just agreeing with him. To not have to fight for that sort of understanding and just have it come so easily...it feels great. He's soaking it up, much like how he's completely and utterly at ease laying atop her now. He'd be hard pressed to move now, especially when she's playing with his hair and has her arm around him.

He feels completely and utterly spoiled and he's so into it that it wouldn't matter who walks in on them like this...he can't bring himself to care.]}

Exactly... _{[His answer comes out as a lazy murmur, eyes closed.]} We can be ourselves.

[Maybe it's fitting that they found common ground so easily. What's the number 6 but 9 turned over, after all? ~~Nice.~~

He looks so much happier now than he did a few minutes ago. That thing she was going to ask him... She can't decide if this is the best time for it, now that they've made this connection, or the worst. Oh, but that reminds her-]

I was supposed to give you a message.

_{[He looks that way because he is. 6O has managed to pull him back from the brink of despair, and he finds himself lifting to look down at her at the mention of a message. It isn't much and he certainly isn't getting off her by any means, he'd just like to see her face as he pushes himself up with his elbows.]}

A message?

Uh-huh. Saturn wanted me to tell you that horses suck.

[There's the rising note of a question, and she looks nothing so much as confused. She never did get much of an explanation from the other girl.]

What?

_{[Talk about ruining the mood. There's a bit of a frown on his face before he's rolling his eyes. Seriously?]}

They don't suck. She's just afraid of them because they're big. I bet you'd like them, 6O. They seem like your type of animal.

How big are we talking? [Not wary... mostly not wary, just curious.] Like a moose? Those looked pretty big in the pictures from the surface.

[presumably they get sent some kind of visuals now and then... Just not things irrelevant to the mission, like flowers.]

A bit smaller than a moose. More the size of an elk.

_{[She's not wrong though, moose are definitely huge.]}

Humans used to use them all the time for farming and transportation. They're quite domesticated, so they're not a threat unless you upset them.

Humans used them, huh? Then they can't be that scary. [humans are great but they are also squishy] I'll have to look them up later.

[You know. When it's worth getting off the couch, because right now? Too comfy. This girl is going nowhere.]

She mentioned she was a hacker. I guess that's how she knows you?

I have a documentary on them if you want to watch it later with me.

_{[It had been pretty fascinating, and he wouldn't mind seeing 6O get excited over the creatures.]}

And no, we didn't. We just sort of randomly met. I was feeding a couple of horses attached to a sleigh and she came to freak out about them.

Sure! [They, uh, won't end up crying over this one too, will they?]

Haha, we met kind of like that too. [she lifts her hand to do air quotes; don't worry, hair petting will surely resume in good time] "Met," anyway. I was trying to send you a message and it got bounced to her device instead...

[... right, that question. At once she's freshly aware of just how close he is; a touch of pink comes to her cheeks and she glances away with a sudden irrational certainty that he can tell what she's thinking.]

_{[That's up for debate.]}

Oh? What were you trying to send me?

_{[Annnnnd she looks...embarrassed? Sort of? What's up with that?]}

Is something wrong?

No, no. Nothing's wrong, just... [Whoops here come the nervous giggles.] Uh, it was kind of embarrassing? Like, I really didn't need that to go to a total stranger.

_{[Nervous giggle is cute but just how embarrassing of a message could she have intended to send to him? Now he's curious, as expected.]}

You can still ask me whatever it was you were trying to send.

[She doesn't even need to swallow and she does it anyway, another weird little nervous reflex that somebody took the time to program in even though it serves no purpose.]

Um, I was thinking about something from orientation. You know I've been worried about, you know, the quota thing? Not having... um, the usual configuration for that. But I was talking to another android, a way different model from us, and she's like,

[She puts on an actually pretty decent impression of Kanin.] "if I wanted the same sort of feelings we could just open a wireless connection." And you know about hacking, so I thought... I mean, I was going to ask how...

[Spit it out, Operator!]

Iuhthoughtitmightbeworthatry.

[#nailedit]

_{[That's definitely not what he was expecting her to ask. Suddenly the position he's in atop her is a lot less innocent than it had been all of two seconds ago. Their fronts are still pressed together, his chest to hers, their faces close. Her arms are even still around his middle.

Is she seriously asking him what he thinks she is?]}

W-Well...

_{[He starts off, wanting to kick himself for the stutter in his voice.]}

It's something I've kind of been messing around with. I've been altering a few of the plug-in chips I have. It's definitely possible, if it's really something you're interested in 6O.

[That wasn't a "no." That wasn't the rejection she'd been halfway bracing herself for, and even as awkward as this whole thing is, the relief is almost enough to make her cry again.]

I, uh, I'd...

[This is... kind of a compromising position, now that she actually thinks about it, and her tactile sensors are all too happy to inform her of every place their bodies touch. Maybe she should move. Maybe... she can't bring herself to so much as twitch. Speaking without tripping over her own words is hard enough.]

Altering them how?

Well, all YoRHa units regardless of designation are outfitted with the ability to feel something similar to a dopamine rush when forced into combat, right? It's a sort of euphoric high that is the closest I can think of that we can relate to when it comes to feeling good the way humans do when they...y'know. Aside from altering settings when it comes to sensitivity input and having it register as something pleasant. So, I've taken a plug-in chip and made it so it works alongside our OS chip and baseline settings, to automatically adjust how we feel depending on certain stimuli and inputs, along with triggering that release of feel-good that usually comes with eliminating threats.

_{[Which means crafty Nines has been messing around with things he'd get in trouble for, if they were still under Command's rule.]}

Let's just say I've been putting all the free time I have to good use. Er, sort of.

_{[When he's not using it to watch Food Network, that is.]}

Sort of.

[she echoes his words with an impish smile on her face. They've all seen how much time you spend in front of the TV, Nines— but seriously, that's some impressive work. "Sort of" is selling himself short, in her opinion.]

That sounds... like a great idea, actually. [Totally against the rules if they were home, but who's it hurting?] You're pretty talented, Nines.

It's nothing special but thanks, 6O.

_{[Ah...he's blushing even harder now. Not only is she complimenting him but she's using that nickname of his again. The quirk of her lips doesn't help either. They're pretty. All of her is.]}

So, um...yeah. If you want to try it out...it's possible.

_{[The implication of trying it with him is there but he doesn't voice it for fear of sounding like an idiot.]}

I'd like that.

[She shifts a little bit beneath him. Just resettling, translating nervous energy into motion really, it doesn't do a damn thing to make their potion less awkwardly intimate.]

So... do you want to...?

With you? Y-Yeah...of course.

_{[What? Did she expect him to say no?]}

I mean, I've always thought you're really sweet and cheery, 6O, not to mention beautiful and smart...

_{[Oh god tell him to shut up please.]}

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