#no2typebe

“2B, do you ever wonder what it was like, back when humans lived here?”

He was perched on the edge of the building's roof, not much minding the several story drop beneath his feet as he looked out over the overgrown cityscape.

[ umprompted - always accepting / @no2typebe​ ] A gloved hand reaches forward and gently pats Emil's funny looking head. He's not so bad, maybe kinda cute ---not that she'd say that out loud.

     Don't mind him, he's just going to lean into the touch. He couldn't purr like the animals he remembered from a far flung past, but that didn't stop the excitement that hummed through him all the same. " Aw, 2b! I didn't know you cared! " The affection outweighed the surprise to burst forth, how he hadn't expected such a friendly touch from his frie- hm, this was what friends did though, wasn't it? Perhaps it wasn't so surprising after all.

[ x - accepting / @no2typebe​ ]  “eventually… you just move on.”

     Move on… Yes, he supposed that was the natural progression of things. Of grief. The time which one mourned, eventually, as all things did, coming to an end… just as the seasons did. Just as life, and its endless flow from one point, to another, and another after that.

     Yet had he moved on?

     The past, though its memories were scarce - it haunted him. What he did not know - what he did not remember. Smiles, but no faces. Voices, but no words. Friends, but who were they? What were their names? Rather than live, rather than accept the fact that what once was was no more and move on, instead did he long to remember. A terrible yearning clasping his heart - the organ itself absent from his chest, from a body that was no longer there, but one whose presence was felt all the same.

     No… No, he supposed he had not moved on… nor did he wish to… but, was that the right choice? Was he a shining example, or a pitiful reminder of what grief could do to one's soul?

She reaches over and smushes his cheeks between her gloved hands, for no real reason — really.

His cheeks are just kinda smushy —

9S froze in place, his pulse rate rapidly accelerating at her unexpected touch alone, but then -- the smush

Should... should he say something? Do something? Reciprocate?? Would she want that or would it just be awkward? Would... would his arms go between hers or around to the outside? Would --

Were his hands trembling?

» A significant increase in core temperature has been detected. Suggestion: It would be advisable for unit 9S to resume respiration to allow for proper ventilation. «

@no2typebe​  ||  “ i’m not leaving you here . ”

“I guess I messed up, huh?”

In spite of the circumstances, there was a light tone to his voice, a sheepish upward curve to his lips even as his eyes squinted closed beneath his visor. His hacking abilities had often proved useful in combat, but for just a moment he had let his guard slip - with all his attention focused on a singular target, he had failed to anticipate another, more powerful machine's attack, and it had hit it's mark. Thankfully, he hadn't been alone.

The immediate area was clear of enemies for the moment, but that didn't mean that more wouldn't come from nearby to find the cause of the recent commotion. They needed to go, and soon, but so far 9S's attempts to push himself back to his feet had been to little avail.