lung tight chuckle seeped through thinned lips , paling   —   far less of a welcoming rose .                  funny how things work out , isn’t it   ?   drawing help from the boy she was tasked with protecting ; her first given objective in years of elusiveness   &   she found herself failing even that . perhaps the attack models weren’t all they cracked up to be … perhaps , she SHOULD have DIED .

                              ❝ i don’t need your help , brat .❞                   though drenched in evident frustration , voice fell in intervals , pants   —   she was weak , whether admitting it would fall from her lips or not .

                            ▕ NEGATIVE. UNIT A2 REQUIRES                               OUTSIDE ASSISTANCE.             ▏ 

                             ❝ shut it , pod . i know my limits . useless hunk of scrap .❞

your muse trying to give my muse repairs           @sapcto

Sleepy....super sleepy. What was taking 9S so long? Should they have been done with repairs like they started early in the day and now it was mid afternoon. Eve was growing restless, squirming where he sat and kicking his legs like an annoyed child.

                   “ 9S come ooooon....you said that after we could go play and yet its already mid afternoon. ”

Everything was in ashes, anything they’ve come to known on this planet destroyed; the fog was slowly starting to lift, offering clear view on further sunken in buildings, holes in the ground where they have NOT been just days ago. An eerie silence lingers in the air, possibly a trap, T H E Y possibly wanted to give them a false sense of security -- to let down their guard. Masked eyes scan the surrounding area, Pod 042 exclaiming that there were no signals of enemies nearby; but H O W could that be? A trick, it’s all a trick, somehow they must have managed to hide their signals; somehow, but how? 2B stands stiff, not moving an inch, pretty much awaiting an attack every second now.