[Another little growling noise. He's been pressed close against the machine before-- obviously-- but never in such an... idle situation. He wants to just go to sleep and ignore it, but his mind keeps getting distracted by the alien-yet-familiar feeling of its hands skimming over his skin, the small sounds created by each motion-- the whirring of servos and faint metal-on-metal clicks of his different parts as they move against each other. It isn't at all like laying next to a human-- if anything, he's more vividly aware of the machine's inhumanity than ever.
... but it's just laying here beside him, wrapping around him like a touch-starved octopus. It could kill him right now.
Why does he think it won't? Why is he trusting his naked, defenseless body in the presence of this... thing?
... he frowns harder, whining, tries to turn and tuck his face against the cushion. He doesn't want to think about that right now.]
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Date: 2017-01-07 10:36 pm (UTC)... but it's just laying here beside him, wrapping around him like a touch-starved octopus. It could kill him right now.
Why does he think it won't? Why is he trusting his naked, defenseless body in the presence of this... thing?
... he frowns harder, whining, tries to turn and tuck his face against the cushion. He doesn't want to think about that right now.]
... what're you doin' this for, huh?