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[It is better. In fact, there's something about this that makes him feel a lot better, just in general. Maybe it's the distraction she's providing him or the implied fact she does care. Out of everyone here, even 2B, A2 was on the same page as him. They both had shared secrets they had to keep, knowledge that was troubling and would be awful to bear alone. He never would have thought the two of them would end up doing something as ridiculous as this or growing even remotely close...but he's not complaining.
Reaching back down with his hand he gets a little more icing, only to smear it at the corner of her mouth, which he promptly leans in to kiss away himself. Either she'll laugh again or punch him.
But really? He wants that laugh.]
Sorry you...had something....y'know?
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You're a weirdo, you know that?
[There's no sort of malice or anger in her words, only pure amusement at this entire thing.]
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Definitely wasn't aware.
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[A2 has to adjust herself to do it properly, twisting on the couch that she can press herself against him firmly, close the little distance between them in a way she's familiar with since coming here. It's not the same for androids, at least not 9S and herself, anyway.
They still have a quota to meet, though. Even if they don't have the parts for it to be done traditionally..]
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Instinctively he reaches up to wrap his hands around her back, keeping her atop him. If he were human and needed to breathe, being laid on might pose a problem. Thankfully he isn't.]
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Though... A2 narrows her eyes at him.]
You know, 2B might actually be on to something.
[Even if A2 is loath to admit it.]
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...What do you mean?
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[A2 pulls back just enough to flick him in the head.]
Is it the same for you?
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I mean...sort of?
[Between the two of them he's definitely the less violent one. Sure, he gets the same high she does but he was built as a Scanner unit - not an Attacker.]
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[Her hand that flicked him quickly runs through his hair affectionately.]
It's not that great for you.
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It's fine, A2. Really.
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[And well...they did have the clone parts at the very least.]
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[And she hopes 9S doesn't really blame her for that.] I know how to do a lot of repairs, but if things get out of hand, I don't exactly know what I'll do to you.
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Well...what if we just rerouted those signals into a different sort of output temporarily?
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[Seriously?]
Besides. Then nothing would get done around here.
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[Hmm...what?]
Okay, okay...fair enough...look A2, I trust you, okay? I know last time things got sort of out of hand but we were also under the influence of something.
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[She scoffs, but she's also sort of disarmed by 9S saying that he trusts her. It's weird, and it's not something she would have ever expected to hear from another YoRHa unit.]
You're an idiot. [She says, repeating the point she'd just made on it, because she needs to do something back.]
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[But...that was on the nose and!! And...
Yeah, he's got nothing. He's sort of flying by the seat of his pants here and so is she (not that she's wearing any). Somehow he's gone from feeling like utter shit about humans hating him to navigating how he feels in regards to A2. All he knows is that his feelings are messy.]
Yeah, yeah...I'm an idiot.
[Nothing new there.]
So why not do it again?
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If he wants another kiss so bad, he'll have to initiate it.]
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[Challenge accepted - there's no hesitation as he leans up to press their lips together. It's not like it's a hard choice to make, after all.]
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Not that he probably minds, and the jolt of electricity running down her artificial spine from her black box is both welcome and pleasant.]
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Lips give way as he parts them, in case A2 wants to deepen it. Already it's causing him to shiver, despite the heat he feels building already.]
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