" No.9! " cheerful with an edge of the usual stuttering " Do you, ah, have a moment? You look a bit tense and I was wondering if you'd like to take a walk with me? " [ No.22 @ No.9! ]
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/ no. 9.
“i look tense?” oh. no22 is very perceptive. ( all gunners are manufactured with a keen gaze for details, of course, but most utilise it best with their eyes on targets. no22... sometimes it feels like he looks directly into the heart instead. if they have such things. ) 9 feels lighter when he moves to 22′s side. he positions himself so their arms will brush as they walk: grounding himself with touch and familiarity. “of course! though... there’s not much to see around here.” just wasteland, rocks, dirt, the colour brown tarnishing the view as far as the eye can see. maybe one day, they can walk beyond it all: far, far away to the gentle crash of the ocean waves and blue stretching into infinity. another dream to tuck away. “and you aren’t allowed to walk too far! healer’s orders! that leg of yours won’t get better unless you rest up.” his pout’s out in full force now; he’s stern as he wags a finger at his teammate. silly no22, pushing himself just to make 9 feel better. “we’ll just walk as far as that big rock, okay? then we’ll sit and rest.”
