“Oh, hello! I’m 9S, though you can just call me Nines for short.”
⚙️YoRHa Unit 9S, out to scout and learn what he can.
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@AncientEmissary His body would shake a bit as she moved her hips, his breathing heightening as she stimulated his length deep within her walls, his tip pressing against what could only be described as her womb.
He’d soon reach up and hold her hips as well, trying to guide her.
@AncientEmissary He’d huff a bit, surprised how tight it was, like a vacuum warping around his sensitive length.
“O-Oookay.. You’re… A bit more advanced than I originally thought…!”
“WELLLLLLL the pictures depict various human actions, so-”
He’d continue to hide it from her, chuckling nervously, beads of sweat rolling down his face as she approached ever closer.
“S-SORRY MA’AM! Force of habit.”
Oh. Oh dear. She was getting closer.
“It’s… A book. For… Data collection purposes. Archiving human reading material. It’s part of my duties, after all!”
a few more implied blinks and a sigh.
“what did i just say, 9s…?”
without being told by pod what he was so invested in, she tiptoed a little closer, looking down on him with the slight height difference.
“… what are you reading?”
@AncientEmissary “It can, oddly enough… Apparently this was how humans performed ‘data transfers’ in the past, according to several sources of illicit material.”
He’d blush a bit, surprised how warm her touch was at the moment.
He’d soon hide the material behind his back, not noticing her POD slipping past him.
“Y-Yes, ma’am. Acknowledged…”
He’d just pout in response. Adorable as always.
Oh. And the book?
…It was just some rather tame pornography of the vanilla variety.
she’d almost let a laugh slip past her lips, attempting to peak at his very INTERESTING looking book. ahem.
“9s. enough of the formalities. and… oh, right. flirting. you are terrible at it, after all.”
don’t mind pod scanning his — cough — book.
@AncientEmissary “Oh. That’s… Fancy.
Mine’s a bit more… Traditional? I guess you could say…”
Cue 9S unbuttoning his shorts, unveiling a rather erect tent in his undergarments, springing right out as he gently tugged them down.
@AncientEmissary “…
…
…Let’s… L-Let’s do the manual upload instead. Seems a bit more… ‘I-Intuitive.’
I don’t even know what that port is supposed to be.”
@AncientEmissary “Well, if you’re so excited to do so, I guess some help would be nice!
So uh… How exactly does this… ‘Manual data transfer’ work, exactly? I’m not familiar with that method.”
@AncientEmissary “Oh. Uh… I’m not sure if you want to assist with it. It’s just a basic scouting assignment, cataloguing the map layout of the region. Are you sure you want to proceed with such a thing?”
He’d yelp, jumping back in a startled manner, scrambling to hide the por-
-perfectly normal funny book he found.
“M-Ma’am, please announce yourself better! I could’ve initiated defensive protocol!
And… And no. No I’m not. That would imply I’m good at flirting…”
she’d subtly shift back into his vicinity, almost cracking a smile but remembering her famous words… ahem.
“hey nin— 9s. are you a skibidi rizzler…?”
how proud she is of that one. pod, however… not so much.
acknowledging his defeat, she’ll soon slip away into a quiet place to ask pod to… ahem… take her through the great library of slang, or ‘brainrot’.
without nines knowing, of course.
@AncientEmissary “Archaic?
I mean, I guess they ARE a little old. But they’re still good all-purpose support units. The upgraded ones are a bit ‘resource-intensive’ to make, after all. And we do have a bunch of other units outside myself, soooo efficiency is important!”