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"You wouldn't really get it."
She looked up at him for a moment, her eyes tracing his features, before she reached up and kissed him.
She groaned, following him. "I'm going to die, aren't I? Part two."
"I'm not good at not panicking."
(Yoop!)
"You're not a robot."
"I mean, I guess I don't, but..."
"Okay. Where?"
"That's not so easy."
He followed, closing the door behind them.
"People aren't good to robots."
"Why?"
"That would be preferable, yes."
"I... I don't even know anymore."
He took it with a smile.
"I rest my case."
"You tell yourself that because you love me."
She squinted at him, crossing her arms. "Ohh, *squee!*."
"That's not what I was saying."
"That's fair."
