#askaperturechell

Send me ::@:: for my characters reaction to your coursing their fingers through their hair.

          “What— What are you doi—”

     There was a soft whirring sound that came from his throat not all that different from the purring of a cat as the lady’s gentle fingers ghosted over those sensitive sensors on the back of his neck, moving up to comb through his hair. Optics shut as a small smile popped onto his face and he leaned into the touch, chuckling sheepishly.

          “Ah yeah, that’s the spot… B-But we need to keep going you know, not as if she’s going to just sit by and watch us lollygagging.”

Seriously, he didn't anticipate for this to go so wrong. All he had to do was "head down to the Turret Production Line and check on the motor." He literally just had to stare at it.

So how did he manage to get the entire thing shut down?

She was watching, no doubt, and probably had some punishment planned already. As long as he wasn't being thrown in the room full of screaming androids, again...

"So if we put this bit here... No! You're not supposed to- Oh would you stop shooting? You're going to combust!"

The defective ones were the most annoying. They wouldn't bloody shut up! Two had already exploded, knocking a few of the healthy ones over and adding to his problems. If only he had some hands, right now. Or someone with some. That'd make this so much less tricky than hacking into the computer. Which he could only hope would do something.

"Come on! How can this be so hard to hack? Okay, focus. A B B... B B... X."

A buzzer went off.