Perhaps she doesn't have to say it, but she wants to. She always wanted to, even when she was a hologram. She's not sure if it was solely because of programming, but she felt like it wasn't. When she looks back at those times, she'd wanted to say it.
No, not a holdover. Because he was there and she was there and she wanted to kiss him for real. Because she wanted to know if it would feel as good as she thought it would. And it does. The slight rasp of his skin, the feel of his lips on hers. It all thrills her from the top of her head to the very tips of her toes, it's even more wonderful than she'd imagined and she wants to do it again. Soon.
"Anything...it sounds too good to be true." And she's the opposite, she's not sure if that part is a remnant from her programming, but she's eager to go out, do things, make friends. And gently coax K to go along with her. She worried about him, that he hadn't had any actual friends back home. But this is far from home, so far beyond it that it boggles her mind.
The sensation of his hand holding hers is almost overwhelming. She can do that now, she can hold his hand whenever he needs it and potentially as much as she wants.
Joi sounds awestruck at the description of the apartment. "A piano...paper books! And plants! How is it all possible? Is this more of the magic?" Because if so, she'll never doubt magic again. After all, if she could be given this body, isn't that magic all by itself. "And I'd love to hear what you can play. What kinds of music are you learning?" Because she remembers infinite amounts of genres and styles. She wants to know what K favors. And she will be. There will be bubble baths, bath oils, and bath bombs galore. And, of course, shared baths.
"With you, of course. If that's all right?" She trailed off, looking hopeful. They had a chance at a real life here and she wanted to share it with him, if he wanted her to. And she squeezes his hand back and leans in so she bumps shoulders affectionately with him. "They do? They were a very big surprise!"
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No, not a holdover. Because he was there and she was there and she wanted to kiss him for real. Because she wanted to know if it would feel as good as she thought it would. And it does. The slight rasp of his skin, the feel of his lips on hers. It all thrills her from the top of her head to the very tips of her toes, it's even more wonderful than she'd imagined and she wants to do it again. Soon.
"Anything...it sounds too good to be true." And she's the opposite, she's not sure if that part is a remnant from her programming, but she's eager to go out, do things, make friends. And gently coax K to go along with her. She worried about him, that he hadn't had any actual friends back home. But this is far from home, so far beyond it that it boggles her mind.
The sensation of his hand holding hers is almost overwhelming. She can do that now, she can hold his hand whenever he needs it and potentially as much as she wants.
Joi sounds awestruck at the description of the apartment. "A piano...paper books! And plants! How is it all possible? Is this more of the magic?" Because if so, she'll never doubt magic again. After all, if she could be given this body, isn't that magic all by itself. "And I'd love to hear what you can play. What kinds of music are you learning?" Because she remembers infinite amounts of genres and styles. She wants to know what K favors. And she will be. There will be bubble baths, bath oils, and bath bombs galore. And, of course, shared baths.
"With you, of course. If that's all right?" She trailed off, looking hopeful. They had a chance at a real life here and she wanted to share it with him, if he wanted her to. And she squeezes his hand back and leans in so she bumps shoulders affectionately with him. "They do? They were a very big surprise!"