twoaffirmations | Mailbox of Nines

[9S makes a bit of a wry face in return.]

I'm an android, I can't carry whatever is afflicting the humans here.

[He swings his leg just for emphasis.]

I'm all good. Nothing a little coolant can't fix.

So get some coolant and fix yourself. Are you sure you're not contagious? I don't believe you're an android just because you said so, you're all... flushed and sticky.

[ tetora even touches 9s on the clothed shoulder with two fingers, just to test if he'll tip over or not. ]

Edited 2018-08-07 00:43 (UTC)

That's on my to do-- [9S actually does stumble a bit at the push, but that's mostly because he already had one foot in the air. He quickly corrects himself, letting out an exasperated noise.]

H-hey, do you want me to show you to the medbay or not? I'm not sick. Androids don't get sick.

Just because you're saying it doesn't make it true. You're not an android until I see proof of it.

[ he does relent though, and steps out of the room to fall in step with 9s. ]

Do you want me to hold your hand or something...? You really look like you're gonna keel over.

You know, you're the first person in awhile who didn't believe me. I'd prove it, but I'm kind of not in the mood.

[9S will starts to lead the way, but he's definitely dragging his feet.]

I'm fine. I don't need to hold your hand...

If you trip I'm not carrying you on my back, so we're clear.

[ he's considering tripping 9s as it is. it'll be funny, he promises. he does dutifully follow 9s though. ]

How long have you been not-sick?

Um...okay? My balance sensors are functioning normally.

[So unless someone intentionally tried to trip him, he'll be fine.]

It's been a few days.

[ the desire to do so is so strong... so so strong. tetora even edges a leg out, not quite tripping 9s yet but getting there. ]

So why haven't you fixed yourself yet?

It's on my to-do list. Hey, aren't we supposed to be talking about you?

[He conspicuously shoves the conversation off of himself.] When did you get here?

Who said we had to talk about me? [ he relents, at least, despite his own protests. ] I got here like, a couple days back. People weren't so sick yet.

There's no pharma guy at the medbay, right? We don't have to knock anyone out?

Oh, well... Not the best time for welcome parties, huh?

[He thinks it's a good thing the medbay is on the same floor, because they're not even halfway there and he already wants to lay back down.]

Uhh.... Alucard would help you if you just ask, and sometimes even if you don't. If you could refrain from violence...

I'm good with not having welcome parties, actually. They seem like a lot of hassle.

[ he's making a bet with himself whether or not 9s will trip over on his own or with help. he's so close to tripping the guy up he can taste the floor in sympathy. ]

I don't— always stab people when I meet them the first time. I didn't stab you, did I?

Wait, I thought you were only going to knock him out? When did we escalate to stabbing?!

[He's definitely giving Tetora a wary look, stopping in the middle of the hall. He's definitely not going to lead him anywhere if he's hostile.

Tetora's also lost a valuable opportunity to trip him, for now.]

I can't stab anyone anyway, I don't have a knife. It's just me and my hands here.

...Did you seriously think I was going to knock your friend dead?

[ because while it's not entirely outside the realm of possibilities, it's... also a little hurtful, whoah. tetora stops along with 9s, and now there's two dumbasses in the middle of the hall having a stare-off. ]

Dude, I'm not gonna kill your friend.

Nooo? I mean, not until you brought it up first? [9S starts, honestly looking just as confused as Tetora. He rests his shoulder against the wall, heaving a sigh. This is all pretty exhausting. His head's starting to pound.]

If you tried to hurt him, I'd have to detain you, so-- Huh? My friend...?

[He squints, then widens his eyes.] Oh, you mean...

[ tetora shoves a hand at 9s this time, and it's not a gentle shove; 9s sways with the force of it, but doesn't trip over. tetora's trying to make a point here, and 9s is proving it. ]

You're a lot sicker than I am - especially for a so-called android - and you're going to detain me? How? You're gonna overheat at me?

[ tetora slings 9s's arm over his shoulders-- and what the hell, he's heavier than he looks. why? ]

Come on, tell me how to get to the med bay so I can stop watching you slow dance yourself to a coma.

[He stifles a noise as he's shoved, brow pinched together as he watches Tetora. He's not hostile--not even frustrated--just confused.]

That's not-- H-hey! [9S staggers as he's pulled forward, his arm thrown over Tetora's shoulder. He puts all his weight on him for a moment, as he's forced to re-orientate himself.]

You never even told me what kind of drugs you're looking for... [Being this close, the heat coming off of 9S is impossible to miss, and as his head slumps, his vision flickers.

Ah. This isn't good.]

[ don't be dead weight, don't be dead weight - tetora isn't in the mood to literally haul ass here, 9s. he hitches the other man a little higher, and shakes him to be more alert. ]

It doesn't matter right now, don't fall asleep on me yet. We're not anywhere near this medbay. Don't make me slap your face!

Come on, which direction do we go?

[The body heat coming off of Tetora is only making 9S' situation worse, but at this point he's already so exhausted that he can't bring himself to pull away. He lifts his head again as he's shaken, and exhales a deep breath.]

What a pain... [He grumbles.] Down the hall. Left-hand side.

Oh, you're complaining about pain? You're a heavy motherfucker.

[ down the hall, left-hand side they go, though, with tetora being fairly noisy about it. he doesn't have to hike 9s up any higher, but he does it one more time just to jostle the guy a little. ]

We're here. Are you still awake? I'm going to drop you if you're not.

I told you I'm an android.

[Maybe that will be enough to convince him. If not, oh well.

When they enter the sterile, stale air of the medbay 9S lifts his head again and finally drums up the energy to pull away. He staggers back a few steps before regaining his balance, and then makes his way over to one of the cabinets.]

Somewhere in here... Maybe?

[ saying things out loud does not make them true all the time!

tetora lets go of 9s as he pulls away to do his own thing, and then tetora's rummaging around as well, going through cabinets and drawers and looking for anything with an rx label that he could peruse. so far... no luck. he must be checking the wrong side. ]

I'm having shit luck on my end. What about you, you see any?

Umm, well... You still haven't told me what you're looking for?

[He only just realized that now, after having moved on to his second drawer.]

[

oh yeah. oops. tetora berates himself a bit before answering, quietly closing the drawer he currently has open. ]

Anti-psychotics. Psychotropics. Hallucinogens work too, in a pinch.

[9S' weary expression narrows just enough to express his dubiousness.]

What happens if you don't have those?

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