#smolstar

@raccoonsinqueen-taxes i may or may not have immediately thought in chapter 34 they would pull this

And in a blink, they were all home. They all immediately shrugged off their trenchcoats and binoculars, throwing them into random hiding spots. And as if right on cue, you walked through the front door, only to see all of your Masters ‘acting naturally’.

(( also your fanfiction is giving me life thank you so much))

2B looks up from the documents she’s reading, aware - if only vaguely - of Kenta’s presence on the desk. It’s easier to keep track of him the more she gets used to him, and has to think less about hand-gestures or movements, the caution coming naturally. 

Still, she’d rather be safe than sorry, so whenever he speaks, she finds herself visually seeking him out, as if to make sure he hasn’t moved somewhere she hadn’t accounted on.

“It’s my job.”

It’s the answer that comes quickest and most naturally - an attempt to deflect and downplay any of her own emotions in the matter.

“...It’s no problem.”

☯: 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.