For the mark ask thing, how about “you’re fun to touch” with Bing and Dark?
Heat helps Dark's chronic pain.
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Prompt: “You’re fun to touch.”
The muted light and tone of the television went largely unnoticed, though its soft glow pooled on the living room floor, even going so far as to lap at the feet of the couch. Beyond that, the only sound to be heard was a soft whirring as Bing ran his internal processor higher than was his model’s usual or its recommended, heating his body and, by extension, the room.
But it wasn’t the room that needed heating so much as it was Dark that needed heating, hence their unfortunate and embarrassing situation: Bing and Dark– together– lying on the couch, Dark tucked firmly in Bing’s arms. Normally Bing would’ve rather shut himself down than put himself in such a compromising position, but it was Dark. And Dark could be convincing. Eventually, under the threat of violence and the thick, purple shadows under Dark’s eyes, Bing caved.
Still. If anyone saw them like this, he’d never hear the end of it.
“Are you sure about this?” Bing asked, startling Dark from his half-asleep state.
“Shut up,” Dark mumbled. Even exhausted he sounded like he could and would be dangerous.
Bing swallowed. Then, he took a risk. “Why are we doing this?”
A long pause. Their position– Bing’s nose to the back of Dark’s head– made it so it was impossible to see his expression.
Finally, “you’re fun to touch.”
Then Dark was asleep, his entire body relaxing into Bing’s embrace, leaving the android thoroughly confused and a little upset, since he was sure Wilford had a thing for Dark, and if Wilford were to find out about this, he’d be dead. More than dead. He’d be so dead even Google wouldn’t be able to piece him back together.
Fuck his life.
