( juno's a lot closer by the time his optical units start transmitting data again and he can see the details of the delicate clothing pieces in startling detail. he should be looking at juno, because juno is speaking and connor knows that and yet...
and yet his eyes follow the curls of intricate patterns across the light robe. stops at the point where a pattern meets the lace resting flush against his ribs. suddenly they flick back to make eye contact with juno, and he's never been more glad that androids don't reflect human signs of embarrassment. he doesn't flush, cheeks still as pale as the moment he walked in, and he doesn't sweat. but his LED spins and flashes and flicks between yellow and blue more rapidly than it can handle. )
I wanted to ask about...bath bombs. ( he offers up by way of explanation, voice weak. given the situation his mission objective now seems trivial, foolish even, and he vaguely registers the desire to want to sink into the ground and never come out.
that's a new one. ) I forgot, I'm sorry, I... do you wear these often?
( that wasn't the way he was planning on ending that sentence. )
estimted time remaining: 163 minutes
and yet his eyes follow the curls of intricate patterns across the light robe. stops at the point where a pattern meets the lace resting flush against his ribs. suddenly they flick back to make eye contact with juno, and he's never been more glad that androids don't reflect human signs of embarrassment. he doesn't flush, cheeks still as pale as the moment he walked in, and he doesn't sweat. but his LED spins and flashes and flicks between yellow and blue more rapidly than it can handle. )
I wanted to ask about...bath bombs. ( he offers up by way of explanation, voice weak. given the situation his mission objective now seems trivial, foolish even, and he vaguely registers the desire to want to sink into the ground and never come out.
that's a new one. ) I forgot, I'm sorry, I... do you wear these often?
( that wasn't the way he was planning on ending that sentence. )