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he says his hands weren’t made for these things, to hold a delicate line of flowers and keep them in place without ripping something, or completely crushing a little bloom, but frisk tells him to ‘hold one end, please’ as they continue on their work. they show him as precisely as they could, all the patient work of steady fingers under a single breath, even if he wouldn’t take this in as a hobby. they wanted to teach him anyway, wanted the closeness and bumping their knee with his when they shifted, wanted the little looks shared in between and smiling at him until he looked down in a way they think was embarrassed. they hummed when things got quiet, though they didn’t mind the silence either.
they dropped one of the flowers on their lap and they were just about to reach for it when genos takes it instead, the bright color of the corolla almost luminescent against his robotic fingers. ❛ oh, would you like to try it now? ❜ but he only gives it back, placing the stem neatly over their ear, brushing their hair back and grazing their cheek so softly in the process. and it was frisk who looked down first that time, grinning and holding back a giggle by the skin of their teeth as they tried to focus back on the small crown held by both their and the other’s hand. ❛ we can tie it up here and make a bracelet instead. unless you’d like matching crowns? i can show you how to make a ring next. ❜
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he stands completely still throughout it all, moving a hand only to accept the bread she offers. genos is far too busy watching the little tempest bound around him to notice anyone else — after all, he has to be sure that zenko doesn’t hurt herself. ❝ zenko, ❞ he begins, ❝ how much sugar have you eaten today? ❞
Trying a sketch pen for photoshop, Genos was my first victim.
10. Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?
character development: torment IV / accepting10. does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?
he’s comfortable in public so long as he has trousers on, but he’ll always prefer to wear a shirt too. genos does know that he doesn’t really have anything to be modest about; his anatomy is entirely mechanical. all that's left of his original body is his brain, but dressing normally helps him feel human.
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character development: torment IV / accepting27. how does your character normally deal with confrontation?
unless he deems someone a genuine threat, genos often brushes it off. he might say something cruel or dismissive, or he might simply ignore them entirely. it usually depends on his interest. if it must come to blows ( i.e. someone else is in danger ), then he has no problem putting the aggressor down. but no matter how genos responds, he always manages to look bored doing it.
Character Development Questions: Hard Mode
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Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?
What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?
What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?
Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?
On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?
Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?
Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?
Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?
Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?
Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?
In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?
In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?
Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?
Does your character remember names or faces easier?
Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?
Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?
What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?
Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?
What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?
In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?
If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?
What does your character like in other people?
What does your character dislike in other people?
How quick is your character to trust someone else?
How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?
How does your character behave around children?
How does your character normally deal with confrontation?
How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?
What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?
What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?
Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.
Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.
In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?
Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?
How does your character behave around people they like?
How does your character behave around people they dislike?
Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?
Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?
Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?
How does your character treat people in service jobs?
Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?
Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?
Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?
How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?
What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?
i’m stronger than this. i have to be stronger than this. there is no room for weakness, not here, not anywhere.
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he hums through closed lips and with his index finger placed on his pale lips in his questioning. cyborg word is one that is clearly unknown, so that his increasing curiosity was rising. ❛ what does that mean, is it a new species or something? ❜
❝ no. ❞ how could he possibly be unaware of what a cyborg is? long before the technology was even feasible, the word itself became prevalent in pop culture. has this guy lived under a rock the last sixty some-odd years? ❝ it means that most of my body is synthetic. ❞
studies show that I literally did not ask
This panel though: So broken So Sexy…
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with a quiet hum, the cyborg wakes. black eyes crack open, devoid of light ‘til his sight returns and rinoa’s face is the first thing he sees. he commits the image to memory; the sunlight in her hair, the smile on her lips. an angel, he thinks. she even has the halo. and it’s more than he deserves, he knows — this peace she brings him without even really trying. but he’ll bask in it for as long as he can — as long as she’ll let him.
genos turns and kisses her soundly, metal arms curling to pull her flush against his frame. their noses brush and his lips curve a smile, and he breaks away only to rest their foreheads together. ❝ good morning. ❞ he murmurs, and for once, the words don't ring hollow.
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“Please. You don’t owe me anything in return at all.”
Piecing him together again had been difficult, but it had been instinctual, as well. How could she recognize something as living, and suffering, and not drop everything to help? No, if anything, she owed him more. The glitches might be nothing to him, but now she knew she could have done better. “You’re really free to leave whenever, you know that? I won’t make you stay if you don’t want to.”
loki had been far more hospitable than anyone had a right to be. whether or not she would acknowledge that, genos deems irrelevant, but he certainly won’t bring it up again. the cyborg is loathed to bother her any more than he must have already. another round of diagnostics parse just to the right of his vision, and though everything seems to come up clean, the data itself is corrupted. strange glyphs intersperse the text that he can read — some of it rendered completely illegible by flickering glitches, errant pixels in the display. genos closes his eyes and opens them again.
apologetic, distracted, ❝ i know. i won’t trouble you much longer. ❞
lockedfighter.
His voice snapped her from her reverie as she turned to look at him in confusion before gazing at the surrounding area, she had been lost for a while now and with little memory to how she got here, she felt almost comfortable that she had bumped into this male. At least she could find out a little more about this place. “Condemned?” Pausing momentarily, she pursed her lips together before looking at him once more. “I do not know where I came from.”
condemned, deserted; nobody else lives here anymore. honestly, genos is only surprised that the city still receives power. he’s a moment from explaining when her confusion catches him off-guard. is she really so lost? genos pauses, blinks — a precursory scan of the woman scrolling through his augmented vision. ❝ ...you don’t know? ❞ how is it possible that someone could not know where they came from?