☯
☯: Here, have a hug from my muse.
2B is at least slightly accustomed to the incredibly small humanoid - meaning to the point where she’s aware of his presence and tries to accommodate him, often careful that a careless gesture doesn’t cause unimaginable damage.
That said, she’s still learning how one treats him, generally, whether she should lower her voice, and where she should look when speaking to him - this doesn’t matter terribly much, given her frequent use of the blindfold still, but it’s still a matter of curiosity; she treats this as if she’ll have to tell 9S about it, a plan that’s suited her well.
That is, until the boy - she believes - approaches her and wraps his arms as best he can around her hand.
Like he often does, it seems, 2B is thrown off balance - she’s not accustomed to this in the least.
“Thank you.”
She pauses.
“Are you alright?”
