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@perfectmdel Sighing, dragging a hand through his hair. It's a mess, at this point. โ It's better when you stay at arm's length, y'know? For everyone, it's better. 'Cause you won't want to stick around for me. With me. โ
@perfectmdel โ Yeah. God, yeah, you got no fuckin' idea, Nines. โ He looks off at the wall, fingers ghosting over one of the fading bruises along his jaw. โ That's what I'm like, Nines, the way you saw me in the bathroom. That's who I am, really. I'm fucked. There's no helping me. โ
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Better than people. Loyal. Don't talk back. Well, they meow back.
[ He's cooing as the kitten nudges against his palm, scritching under its chin. ]
You're beautiful, huh? Such a brave kitty. Yeah?
[ Having it confirmed is one thing. Now seeing it for yourself is another entirely. โ He's speechless, not in a bad way. Immovable even, a lot like the first times the rescued cat jumped on his lap. โ Just staring as Gavin easily charms the pet ]
..You do so like cats.
@perfectmdel โ Still. Shouldn't've yelled. โ Sighing, coming to a stop. Again. Arms crossed and brows furrowed.
โ Look, it's just... โ Teeth replace his thumb, chewing at that divot in his lip, now. โ I don't know how to be a person. โ
How ironic. He winces at how dumb it sounds.
@perfectmdel He's immediately back to pacing, this time wandering about the whole room, rather than just in front of the coffee table. Thumbnail scratching at his lip, trying to find the words.
โ 'Cause I fucking went off at you the last time you were here. You didn't... didn't do
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Why? What does trusting me get you? And how the hell does that question even pertain to that?
[ Jaw ticking. He's closing himself off again, body language defensive, almost curling into himself, in a way. ]
โ again, LED flickering up โ He means it, but even that seems like asking too much; Extracting confessions from hard-lined deviants seems easy in comparison ]
(โคโคโค) I would like to trust you, at least. But that usually requires some mutual ground.
Should be.
[ It doesn't come out nearly as harsh as it usually would. His eyes narrow, staring at the other like he's trying to figure him out, somehow. Guess they both don't understand each other. ]
Why do you need to trust me? I don't get it.
[ He opens his mouth and immediately closes it; How do you explain to a worldly experienced human that you socialize and connect based on available information? You don't. You're just a machine. It shouldn't matter. โ Then why does it? ]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked.
@perfectmdel He must run his hand through his hair about five times, practically wearing the floorboards down to splinters as he walks back โ and โ forth, back โ and โ forth. It's one of his other cats mewling up at him from between his feet that gives him pause.
Scratching at his jaw,
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@perfectmdel He doesn't pay attention to what it is, anyway. Too busy thinking, fingers tapping nervously against the gearstick the entire ride home.
When he pulls up, he simply beelines for the door, knowing Nines is in tow. Gestures for him to sit on the couch, while Gavin paces.