[ 9S readies himself to deal with more busywork while wondering to himself if there were such a thing as catching a break around here. On the other hand, perhaps it's better than doing nothing; keeping idle means there's too much time to think, which rarely lead to anything good these days.
(Though, five minutes would be nice.)
Certain sections of the walls need work, it seems, and it isn't just because of the appearance; some of the circuitry has worn here and there, and 9S has the know-how to deal with that more so than the tiny, frizzy-haired child who suddenly comes clinging to the leg of the caretaker, teary-eyed (apparently, one of the other kids had ended up hitting her). As sheer luck would have it, it's a fine opportunity to pry himself from the conversation and begin to set his focus elsewhere.
Which, of course, gets swiftly derailed.
Just as he turns on his feet, his ears catch an ever too familiar voice—it's been weeks upon weeks since he's last heard it. And in the next moment, from behind the visor his eyes lie on an unexpected sight.
9S freezes, stunned, with no explanation to how he's hallucinating this. ]
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(Though, five minutes would be nice.)
Certain sections of the walls need work, it seems, and it isn't just because of the appearance; some of the circuitry has worn here and there, and 9S has the know-how to deal with that more so than the tiny, frizzy-haired child who suddenly comes clinging to the leg of the caretaker, teary-eyed (apparently, one of the other kids had ended up hitting her). As sheer luck would have it, it's a fine opportunity to pry himself from the conversation and begin to set his focus elsewhere.
Which, of course, gets swiftly derailed.
Just as he turns on his feet, his ears catch an ever too familiar voice—it's been weeks upon weeks since he's last heard it. And in the next moment, from behind the visor his eyes lie on an unexpected sight.
9S freezes, stunned, with no explanation to how he's hallucinating this. ]