/blinks once and glances away from her, shrugging his shoulders slightly/ I.. believe I know what it means. I yearn for you.. and I believe you did program me to love.. but I’ll never know if this is what you truly call ‘love’. But in my mind, I know I want to be there for you and support you when you’re upset.. /curls the corner of his lips into a small smile/ Is that love?
/blushes slightly, eyes turning purple/ Mistress.. I’m no good at writing poems, you didn’t install that kind of chip into me.. but thank you. I love you, miss Gina.
-grins more to herself than at him and traces the tip of her right hand’s index finger across his lips, forming a sign for silence right over the strips of artificial flesh- It is surprising how you can say such a thing, my cute Mika. Do you understand what those words even mean, I wonder? It’s quite cruel to say such a thing to your mistress if you honestly do not fully comprehend just what dangerous waters you are diving into.
