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electroniccrane in elegante_log

A cyborg who goes diving in her spare time.

May 28, 2009 20:19

Characters: Motoko Kusanagi (electroniccrane), Batou (electronichound) [CLOSED]
Location: Deck 15
Date: Present
Rating: PG for dysfunctional but not explicit robot love. Might go up, though ( Read more... )

motoko kusanagi, batou

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electronichound May 29 2009, 00:33:38 UTC

His eyes meant that he had very little in the way of facial expression, but over the years the Major had gotten much more accustomed to interpreting the set of his shoulders, his tone of voice and more importantly, what he didn't say.

He disapproved, but there was no way in Hell he'd tell her that. She was free to risk her life in any way she chose, and so Batou decided that he was free to sit and read a book, and possibly provide assistance if she drowned or otherwise needed help climbing out of the watery deathtrap she was currently bobbing in.

He turned a page of his book.

"Understood," Batou rumbled, not liking this one bit.

electroniccrane May 29 2009, 01:00:44 UTC

They both knew how much he hated the water, so it wasn't an especially convincing facade. But if he wanted to pretend he was simply choosing to sit beside the pool and read, she wasn't going to say anything ( ... )

electronichound May 29 2009, 01:14:32 UTC

He didn't like hearing the radio connection sputter and die, and a small tendril of an anxiety process trickled through his brain. The process left a trail or noradrenalin and lowered seratonin, keeping the larger cyborg painfully aware of just how little he could do if her equipment failed.

At least, Batou considered bitterly, the 'system' would bring her back.

Bubblespopped on the still surface of the water with comforting regularity, but Batou was still cautious. He set his book down to one side and watched.

electroniccrane May 29 2009, 01:23:34 UTC

The failsafes built into her shell forced her to start breathing again, and the silent moment passed, leaving a different kind of emptiness where it had been. Motoko never buffered those ephemeral feelings. She didn't want to know if they were subject to electronic reproduction in full, immersive fidelity.

She flicked on the flashlight to see if the pool was as featureless as she was expecting.

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