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He said that it would help her feel human, talking as if physical contact was the basis of human relationships. She couldnât fight the arguments her brought to the table, giving how much older he was when compared to the robot. She decided to just try it, her system calculating that it would be of no harm to her.
âFine.â She said with crossed arms before leaning in and giving the tall male â Much taller to the point she had to stand on her toes and bring his head down a bit; a kiss on his forehead. Inside her mind she thought if he could notice how her lips were dead cold if compared to other beings, or how they were slightly harder.
âI donât see any difference.â She said slightly bitter to the man in front of her.
Mun vs Muse. Now. Give me a topic and we'll argue maturely over it.
//OMG THIS SOUNDS SO FUN PLEASE DO THIS OMG
nonsexual acts of intimacy - select from the following for my muse to respond to:
â : Finding your muse wearing their clothes
â: Holding hands
â: Having their hair washed by your muse
â: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.
â: Cuddling in a blanket fort
â: Sharing a bed
â: Head scratches
â: Sharing a dessert
â: Shoulder rubs
â: Reading a book together
â: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)
â: Patching up a wound
â€: Taking a bath together
â§: Your muse playing with their hair
âĄ: Accidentally falling asleep together
âą: Forehead or cheek kisses
â : Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
âŁ: Back scratches
â„: Your muse crying about something
âŠ: Slow dancing
Ahn Sohee for 8ight Seconds.
What is this? -Freddy & Sohee( Love potion )
Fred had been unable to stay in his office after the school wide potion experiment had started. He had enough of students becoming so much more forward, or entirely different states of existence during his classes. He was one bunny short of a full class and decided it better to just let the students enjoy their potion time without trying to teach them when they were all so distracted.
He spotted the android girl that he had become acquainted with her breasts the first day they had met and approached her with a smile. She was technology, surely the potions wouldnât work on her? Right? Right!?
âMiss Sohee? Iâm sure youâre getting a lot of new data out of today, hm?â he asked with a friendly look at the girl and noticing she too had a potion that appeared to have been ingested. Did she even have a stomach? or a food intake passage? To Fred it didnât seem safe for an android to be ingesting anything, let alone liquids.
âWhat was your potion?â he questioned, wondering if she knew what she had taken before actually doing so. He honestly hadnât heard any of the bottles being labeled in any certain way and it sounded insane for him to be taking something unknown and so freely to. Just something about the student life here that made no sense to him. What if the potions were fatal to a student? That didnât sound like something that should be left so mysterious.
The android didnât open her eyes at first, taking her time to sit up and rub her eyes. It was another of those habits she had learn from seen other humans and one of the few she actually enjoyed.Â
âOh, hello teacher.â She said with a smile as she stretched her arms and gave her joints some air, maybe she should have a look at them later.âWhat do you mean by that?â She did not know that the rest of the academy had received potions as well, nevertheless that there were different kinds of them. She was just using her body as a test subject for the one she had received, not really thinking that it would actually work given she wasnât alive, neither was really a creature like the others. She thought that she was safe, at least until her eyes opened and she saw her teacher standing there.
Systemâs temperature rising.... 10% above ideal.
âWha--â The android thought to herself, blinking several times to ensure that her system was reacting properly. Why was her system reacting like that? Maybe it was the sun and the whole idea of staying outside was bad, she had been there for more than twenty minutes already. âI-- Iâm not collecting data..â Another reaction she did not expect from her, stuttering. What is happening? âI....â The android spoke softly, much different form her usual speech, as she glanced to her hands on her lap, for some reason too embarrassed to actually look at her teacher. âI donât know, teacher.âÂ
Internal processorâs speed increasing..... 25% above ideal.
A series of thoughts crossed the androidâs mind as she looked at the teacher once again, most of them were not suited for a student to have when thinking about her teacher but the android couldnât help herself. They were racing faster than she could control and she felt, once again, her cheekâs temperature rising even more, for her as a reaction to how inappropriate she was being at the moment. She couldnât help as a laugh escaped her lips and she faced down, unable to look at him.
Safe Companion - Sohee & Rival
The cafeteria was simultaneously what he did not want and exactly what he needed. So many people around gave him heady bouts of anxietyâ one bump and heâd destabilizeâ but the downright racket the crowds and cliques made kept his brain from filling up the silence. He kept to himself, mostly, partaking of the noise but little else. Its service to him was an escape, not functionality, though he had a cranberry muffin situated in front of him like a forlorn mound of crumbs. He had picked it apart in its cup, hardly eating it, and it looks rather unappetizing, now. Apparently things that werenât how they were supposed to be were unappealing, but he wondered if that was just conditioning at work.
Senseless thoughts about muffins and society were far better than the alternatives, so that was what he resorted to up until a girl sat abruptly beside him with her small hands over her ears. Rival was startled, his brainless occupation shattered, and found himself scooting away infinitesimally if only to satisfy his stress, convinced that even half a foot away he would touch her. Or see her memories even without the touching. The paranoia was getting to him.
âYes, you may,â he said slowly, and pushed his muffin to the side. âEr⊠They are rather boisterous. I agree. Iâm sorry. Have we met?â She sat with excellent posture, though appearing so delicate, and seemed to be a living negation between poise and precision and⊠fragility. It was a curious combination to perceive right off the bat.
Just as he spoke the android heard someone screaming about âhow someone was so hot they wouldnât mind if they got killedâ and she honestly thought of her angel friend at the moment. But she didnât have much time to think about that as her sound system made a loud noise -- for the android at least; and she clenched her jaw, even if she could not feel pain she knew that all that was extremely unpleasant. She took another second to reply to the man, for sure that he was another new student or staff member that she still hadnât had the chance to meet.Â
âIâm sure that we donât.â She spoke quietly and rose a hand to the boy, deciding to go for a more occidental way of greeting that time. Unlike the boy and most of the time for the android, she sat down with elbows on the table and her head slightly lower, as if the position could block some of the noise. âIâm Ahn Sohee, a student of the academy.â She smiled to him. Something about his posture and his body language showed her that he was a bit uncomfortable with her. She thought for a second and was sure that she hadnât done anything to make him be unease. Had she?Â
âAlways?â Amber repeated, squinting her eyes at the chick. Nope, that face wasnât one that she knew. âSorry girl, but you donât know me, homie so donât be sayinâ shit like you know me.â The healer would have turned up the volume on her music and jammed out on her way but this hoebag was pulling some spark plug bullshit. If she thought that killing her iPod was a way to shut her up, she was hella wrong. And, if the healer had been planning to quietly let this go, now she wasnât. âOh, so you got sparky fingers ân shit? You like destroying shit that ainât even yours, homie? Thatâs cool, yo. I guess you wanna hear me rap for ya, right?â With even more volume in her voice, the healer began hip thrusting in the girlâs direction and singing with more gusto.Â
âI wanna see these hoâs, yeah. Bend it low, yeah. Let me run it in the hole, yeah. Let me know, yeah. Girl, you looks good, wonât you, Back That Ass Up..â sohee-ia
âWhat I meant,â The android said, her system starting to make static noises as she covered her ears and tried to protect it form the annoying human. âThat you, living creatures, are loud.â She took a step back and frowned, sure that she would damage her system is she continued that way. âCan you please be quiet or else youâll have to pay to fix my sound system.â Eyeing the other up and down, the android could only feel pity towards the other for having to be so low and silly, thinking that she could be bothered by that.Â
âYouâre not gonna make me angry, if that is your purpose.â Her body made a buzz sound and she took another step back. âThe only thing youâll be getting form all this is me not being able to hear you at all.â
It doesn't have to be a romantic relationship. I know you don't do that. We can just hang out! Like a friendship date.... Thirst? It's slang. I recommend downloading Urban Dictionary, by the way. It has a lot of slang terms all defined. See how thoughtful I am? Wow, I'm seriously perfect.
âOh, Ok then. I donât see the problem with that. And Iâll consider taking a look at this slang that you and the ghosts of the academy seem to be so fond of. And perfection is impossible to achieve, so you are not perfect, Changjoâ
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More concept art here.
So how about that date? That's right, me and my thirst are back to bother you. [/blows kisses]
âWould you still call it a date even if we were not to proceed with any form of a romantic relationship? Canât we just go out? And why is that being thirst? You wonât get any water from me, I can guarantee that.â
Does your skin like... itch ever? I suppose what I'm asking is: Do you have nerve endings? Because if you do, you probably would itch, huh? It would be possible to tickle you, too.
âI donât have those. My skin only tells me if there is something in contact with my body and its temperature. You cannot tickle me, Iâm sorry.â