his breath catches. that could be programming , too , the pleasure that surges in him at hearing that he is pleasing , that something about him is of interest , that it incites a positive emotion —— a feeling he has not had since the death of grandpa ; the feeling that he matters , that he is of use , that he can have something akin to a use. he shudders underneath noiz’s touch , feels warmth pool in an artificial stomach , knows the anxious crackling of his metals as not a fearful motion , not at all , but a response to sudden nervousness : from where , and from what , and why? it’s so frustrating to have no answers.
❛ … ! ❜ his breath hitches when noiz flips his wrist over , makes way into a pained hiss between his teeth when noiz pops the offending metal in his clockwork , but clear flexes his fingers instinctively in response , the motions smoother , more fluid , as close to the structure of a human being as scientific progress will allow. noiz’s demand makes clear halt , worry settling in a whipstitch between his eyebrows , and when he speaks it is in almost childish whine , with a draw of noise that drags the consonants out , ❛ … it still hurts. i caaan’t , noiz - san. ❜
it’s familiar , in the way old , unpleasant memories always are . something hazy , something blurry accompanied by warped sound and a sinking feeling ; a boy pushed from the monkey bars , a girl’s arm broken over an unshared toy , a child crying for their parents on the playground or protesting his attempts at playing in a chorus of wails and it hurts , it hurts , it hurts . it’s familiar , and he ignores it . instead he focuses on the task at hand , wrapping fingers firmly around the base of clear’s wrist and stretching index and middle up to the base of his palm , blank expression plastered o’er visage as he yanks his hand around , watching how the joint moves and whirs . it’s good , for the most part . there’s some resistance when he attempts to make it go forward to a certain point and he makes a note of it . releases the hand in his grip to type something into his coil , speaks without looking .
❛ other hand . ❜ hand not typing is withheld , waiting . he’s aware there’s no damage sustained to that arm but he wants to move it , for comparison’s sake . see how much of the lag and refusal is supposed to be there and how much of it is an actual problem still requiring his attention .
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