; ❀ ; — Tip #1. Don’t make an android with gun barrels for fingers jealous.
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; ❀ ; — Tip #1. Don’t make an android with gun barrels for fingers jealous.
; ❀ ; — “Sumu-chan making all the girls jealous,”
AEVA; I want the k. [ because why not. ]
Send me 'I want the K' and I'll generate a number
3: Nose Kiss
Aeva had been particularly helpful that day.
Paperwork
coffee runs
filing
Amon couldn’t have asked for a better helping hand. Especially not when Akira was out with the sniffle, and he was left alone in the office to do not only his work, but hers. The tedious tasks alone might have aggravated him, for once, had the automaton not offered her service.
And look at that— they’d finished far earlier than he’d planned! Meaning he could take a breather, and perhaps now focus on the more important tasks laid out before him.
"Thank you for your help today, AEVA," came the near distracted murmur from the seemingly gentle giant as he sifted through the new stack of papers. But- ah. Couldn’t let her go without a thanks. A hand moved from the stack, gently brushing through pale locks of hair to tilt her head back, and warm lips press to the very tip of her dainty nose for a kiss.
No one would know, anyway, and he was feeling grateful.
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{ ;// She certainly hopes that Susumu-san knows how to speak to Juuzuo-san. It may not end so well for her mechanic if he's even the least bit vaguely impolite. ”Oh dear..." }
; ❀ ; — “You’re not gonna kill the person that keeps you functioning, are you?” Why did they ever give her gun barrels for fingers?
He’s deleting it, he’s deleting it.
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{ ;// Artificial hues narrowed in on her mechanic. Was that meant to deter her? She would just need to be more careful, if anything, and she could be replaced if broken. They are wholly capable of such a thing. ”I would if it was deemed necessary. Thank you for your compliance, Susumu-san. I will report your willingness to delete the offending file to Amon-san." }
; ❀ ; — A pause.
More nervous laughter.
"I wasn’t the one who sent it to everyone…" It was Vash. It was Vash. He just wanted it for.. Personal uses. Something like that.
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{ ;// She would be more inclined to believe him if he had not just tried to lie to her about something so obvious as photo manipulation. She is, after all, capable of scanning files. Sadly for Susumu-san, she is enraged. The gloves are off. ”Delete it immediately or be reported." }
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{ ;// Do not lie to Aeva. Do not ever lie to Aeva. And do not humiliate her superiors. ”I will rectify this situation for Amon-san." }
; ❀ ; — { text : aeva } : … an acquaintance of mine
{ text : aeva } : dON’T WORRY, ITS PHOTOSHOPPED
{ text : aeva } : totally
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{ ;// Well, she's unsure of who he is trying to trick with that silly lie, but she's not amused by the idea that Susumu-san is trying to deceive her. [ T E X T ] This photograph is not altered in any way. [ T E X T ] I've gone ahead and removed the emails. [ T E X T ] Doubt Amon-san authorized this. }
; ❀ ; — “What do you mean… I sent the picture to Aeva, too?”
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{ ;// OH! Goodness, that's Amon-san in some very provocative clothing. She's not meant to see this, is she? [ T E X T ] This seems inappropriate. [ T E X T ] How did you acquire this? }
The electronics of your heart see how fast they fall a p a r t.
…Soмeтιмeѕ ɪ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ
I αм ɴoт
Human.
; ❀ ; — “No! It’s not like that! No, no.” He lets out a chuckle, leaning back in his chair. “You’re perfect the way you are.”
She really was so innocent, even for an android, not understanding the fact that the mechanic himself - He was stricken. By her.
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{ ;// Perfect? P e r f e c t. Per-fect. But isn't perfection an intangible, unreachable goal? Did he mean that she was without any fault? The droid knows that not to be so. After all, she was made, not born. She is artificial and unable to partake in life like anyone else. She will not die if she is broken, she will simply cease to function and no longer be of use. In that, she finds a great deal of flaw. So, how is it that her chest - an area void of muscle and bone - had suddenly tightened? ”I.. I do not understand, but I want to. Will you help me understand? You did not seem happy just moments ago due to my appearance, and I want nothing more than your happiness. Do you wish for me to remain this way?" }
; ❀ ; — He looked up at the feeling of lips touching the top of his head, golden oculars turning up to look at her.
"… You’re pretty." Junpei said with a slight pout, "You’re really pretty."
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{ ;// Was he alright? Perhaps he was ill - it certainly seemed like a plausible explanation as to why he was acting so strangely. After all, there was no reason for him to be so distressed, right? Shifting pupils shifted, growing in the centers of artificial eyes; concern flit across delicate-looking features. ”Does my appearance upset you? Do you wish for there to be modifications made so that my presence is less distressing? I do not wish to be a burden in your presence..." }
You gun fuck the fanboy now? y/y?
"That’s an entirely inappropriate question to ask."
T̵͔̣̻h҉̦͖e͖̺ ̺̻͎̥̱̘an̰͕s̘̘̞̳w͈̺e͝r҉̗͈̦̱͇̯̪ ̦͈̗i҉̜̺͙͎̜͇s̸̠͔̥̻̯̩ ̶͇̠͖̗n̥̬̟̰o̢̠̺.͉̗̙̜̝̮̲͜
; ❀ ; — “YOU’RE SO PRETTY.” Hits his head on a desk. “WHY?”
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{ ;// What in the world had gotten into him? She was startled, both by the exclamation and the following question, paired with the thud of his head against wood. Thick lashes fluttered shut, and she lean down to press a kiss into his hair. She's seen it on television shows, so it's appropriate, right? ”I am sorry, but I do not comprehend the question." }
don’t you dare insult his precious aeva