Dance, I hope you dance

[cameron_philips]

WHO: Cameron Phillips, John Connor and Kyle Reese [CLOSED]
WHAT: Cameron entertains herself while she waits for John to bring home their new roommate.
WHERE: Their apartment.
WHEN: Late morning -noon

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[pants_stealer]

Kyle was in the middle of his sentence when he pushed the door to the apartment open, head turned to grin at something John just said before turning to his attention to the inside of the apartment.

He paused in his tracks, watching the girl dance across the room gracefully. She looked so human, so entirely real that he faltered with his reply to John, eyes tracking her movements. "No...yeah, this is great, man," Kyle replied slowly, carefully alerting her to his presence. Despite what John said about her being a 'good' Terminator, he still felt like he was on the defense, out in the field. It was an uncomfortable feeling to be having in the middle of what appeared to be a 17th century living room.

Kyle turned around to give John a 'does-she-do-this-often?' sort of look, eyes darting between the two of them, shoulders tense.

[heartfor_agun]

The conversation had been light and much more agreeable once they'd been in seeing distance of the apartment. And John would love to say with absolute certainty that it was entirely wonderful. But it wasn't. John had...well he used to think, when his mother was too hard on him, or expected him to push through his limits, that if his father was there, it'd be better. It was easy to claim him as the 'good' parent when he wasn't around to discipline him

[cameron_philips]

Faltering in her arabesque stance, Cameron’s eyes flew open at the sound of John’s voice. She’d been so… engrossed with moving her body in time to the notes drifting up from the marketplace that she hadn’t heard the door open, or the sound of the two men talking until they stood before her. Lowering her raised leg back to the floor and dropping her arms to her sides almost instantly, Cameron contorted her face into its usual blank expression as she regarded John. All traces of the smile that had resided there previously, vanished.

“Dancing.” She replied simply, eyes flickering to the man that stood behind her charge.

[pants_stealer]

"Home for me is what most closely resembles a junkyard. I think we're good." Kyle grinned, watching John as he squeezed past him to separate him and the robot.

Her abrupt transformation from actually almost human to robot startled him almost more than the fact that she could look that close to human. It left him vulnerable and defensive and he didn't like it one bit. Humans were humans. Robots were robots. There wasn't supposed to be any gray area between living and fucking nonliving. They couldn't heal. They couldn't love and they damn well couldn't be creative.

Kyle was quiet and reserved as John addressed her and she responded, a hint of a flinch on his face as the monotone of her voice reached his ears.

"I'm Kyle Reese," he introduced himself, "And John says you won't blow my brains out, but I'm not so sure."