[B]ad Ideas [A little jolt or two might not hurt for most, but 9S visibly jumps when he's jolted. The movement has a strange, rigid appearance to it, and afterward, electricity crackles around his hand. His fingers twitch in a decidedly unnatural manner, at least for any form of organic life, and this may make sense for anyone who understands what being an android is.
9S draws a hiss of breath between pearl-white teeth, clamping his good hand over his wrist. He's dealt with machine children before, and he knows that they didn't mean harm by it, but his visible discomfort is enough to make them shy away.
Left to his own devices, 9S stations himself somewhere around the periphery of this celebration, hunkering down to perform some maintenance before being down to one functional hand becomes a problem. To anyone passing by is that he's sitting there stock still while sparks dance between his fingers, as though he's gone offline, or into some sort of dreamless sleep]
Somber S[C]ene [Knowing what it is to mourn, and knowing what it is to be left behind, 9S recognizes the look when he sees it. Although he's certainly keen to observe the celebration for its cultural significance, seeing some children gathered away from the festivities quickly catches his attention and he heads in their direction without a word even if someone was looking for him.
He crouches close to two children, assuming by their state of dress that they must be related. The building itself doesn't leave much room for privacy, he supposes, as he takes glance around. Having to be here while feeling far from celebratory must necessarily be difficult]
It's tough feeling left behind, huh?
[9S' voice is quiet, and the somber weight of it bespeaks his own experience. The Palai children don't look up, though one nods. Rather than admit that he knows exactly how that feels, because it destroyed him once, he tugs something from his pocket.
What he produces is a dried white flower, faintly luminous even under the lights of this building. The children look up in time for him to poke at the flower with gloved fingers before procuring two seeds]
Somebody told me once these are supposed to grant wishes, when they bloom... [As he speaks, he offers a seed to one child, dropping it into small, waiting hands, before moving on to the other] So maybe, in memory of them, you can help these grow.
[The flower doesn't look to be in the best of steads anymore, but 9S thinks that Emil wouldn't begrudge them this]
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[A little jolt or two might not hurt for most, but 9S visibly jumps when he's jolted. The movement has a strange, rigid appearance to it, and afterward, electricity crackles around his hand. His fingers twitch in a decidedly unnatural manner, at least for any form of organic life, and this may make sense for anyone who understands what being an android is.
9S draws a hiss of breath between pearl-white teeth, clamping his good hand over his wrist. He's dealt with machine children before, and he knows that they didn't mean harm by it, but his visible discomfort is enough to make them shy away.
Left to his own devices, 9S stations himself somewhere around the periphery of this celebration, hunkering down to perform some maintenance before being down to one functional hand becomes a problem. To anyone passing by is that he's sitting there stock still while sparks dance between his fingers, as though he's gone offline, or into some sort of dreamless sleep]
Somber S[C]ene
[Knowing what it is to mourn, and knowing what it is to be left behind, 9S recognizes the look when he sees it. Although he's certainly keen to observe the celebration for its cultural significance, seeing some children gathered away from the festivities quickly catches his attention and he heads in their direction without a word even if someone was looking for him.
He crouches close to two children, assuming by their state of dress that they must be related. The building itself doesn't leave much room for privacy, he supposes, as he takes glance around. Having to be here while feeling far from celebratory must necessarily be difficult]
It's tough feeling left behind, huh?
[9S' voice is quiet, and the somber weight of it bespeaks his own experience. The Palai children don't look up, though one nods. Rather than admit that he knows exactly how that feels, because it destroyed him once, he tugs something from his pocket.
What he produces is a dried white flower, faintly luminous even under the lights of this building. The children look up in time for him to poke at the flower with gloved fingers before procuring two seeds]
Somebody told me once these are supposed to grant wishes, when they bloom... [As he speaks, he offers a seed to one child, dropping it into small, waiting hands, before moving on to the other] So maybe, in memory of them, you can help these grow.
[The flower doesn't look to be in the best of steads anymore, but 9S thinks that Emil wouldn't begrudge them this]
Anoth[E]r Option
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