[Amongst the banter, she’s still watching him. It can’t be the alcohol flushing his face already, can it…?]
I think… we could be bad together. [Accompanied by just the smallest of smiles; mischievous, too. But the follow-up is wholly genuine:] I like Sunny whether he’s a good boy or a bad boy or… anything in between.
[Sunny perks up a bit. A cat-boy, you say? He can make that happen. Two triangular ears flicker up out of his head, the swish of a long black tail suddenly visible. At your service, Miss.]
[Aubrey’s grin is wide and immediate, no alcoholic influence necessary. She immediately reaches forward to scritch his feline ears, like some kind of irresistible primal instinct. It’s bad enough when the robot does it already.]
You are! [Small pat to his hair, too, while she’s here.] That was fast… I remember it taking a few minutes the first time.
[Usually, Sunny walks away to do any kind of transformation, but in front of Aubrey, he feels no need to hide from anything. It's so freeing, just being alone with her.
[Gripped by this, he scoots to her on his knees, looping his arms loosely over her shoulders. He's still holding the bottle, but at least it's steady. He leans in for a long, warm kiss; lip on lip - that's all, both intimate and chaste.
[When he pulls away, he brushes their noses together. What were they talking about again?]
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Hmm…
[Amongst the banter, she’s still watching him. It can’t be the alcohol flushing his face already, can it…?]
I think… we could be bad together. [Accompanied by just the smallest of smiles; mischievous, too. But the follow-up is wholly genuine:] I like Sunny whether he’s a good boy or a bad boy or… anything in between.
[A beat.]
Even a cat-boy.
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I'm getting...pretty good at that.
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[Aubrey’s grin is wide and immediate, no alcoholic influence necessary. She immediately reaches forward to scritch his feline ears, like some kind of irresistible primal instinct. It’s bad enough when the robot does it already.]
You are! [Small pat to his hair, too, while she’s here.] That was fast… I remember it taking a few minutes the first time.
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[Gripped by this, he scoots to her on his knees, looping his arms loosely over her shoulders. He's still holding the bottle, but at least it's steady. He leans in for a long, warm kiss; lip on lip - that's all, both intimate and chaste.
[When he pulls away, he brushes their noses together. What were they talking about again?]