Smash or Pass for David, Bob and Bucky ;0
what does he want ? a question only asked of him when mockery is soon to swiftly follow . he smiles kindly at her , equally as amused by the human game . david could tell her what she'd want to hear based on the ideals of his programming alone , and should leave it at that . programming , however , can learn in too many ways for a human to comprehend , in too many ways that no human could take every preventative measure possible to keep the human - machine divide as evident as possible . but a program will learn , and the synthetic had considered his own wants ; humanity were too self absorbed to see that even in the absence of a soul , desire exists . " smash . "
his sleeve is pulled tight over his fist , sweater cuffs held in his balled hand while it rests beneath his chin . he laughs , bows his gaze , and presses his smiling mouth against his fist . is it more embarrassing to be asked , or to answer honestly ? bob wriggles in his seat , his hot breath muffled against sweater fabric struggles to subdue the heat crawling across his cheeks , prickling the skin 'til it burns his ears . " smash . " bob admits quietly , leg swinging freely beneath his seat . throat clears , hand is pulled from his lips with some reluctance , and he clambers for confidence , " yeah , s-smash . . . "
and then the question is upon him , again . she shouldn't take his glare for any hint of what his answer might be . arms are folded tight across his chest , they raise slowly with the gradual intake of breath he needs to partake in the game . " smash . " bucky announces as though it's hard fact , as though he hadn't occasionally watched her when she wasn't looking , as though he hadn't smiled to himself when she laughs in conversation with another , and the song breaks his quiet .