Any friends she makes, she'd be more than happy to share. She knows that he was often of few words which was find, she understood him anyway, but it seems like everyone here is so social! So outgoing! It's amazing and a little overwhelming all at once. And she wants to meet everyone, go everywhere, and she's heard of schools! She feels like there's much to learn.
She could hardly be a prude, too, given what she'd been programmed to be. But that makes her think of the other hers out there, wondering how they're doing. If they're being treated nicely. She fears that the answer is no.
"Poor boundaries...as in they discuss it all the time," she asks, an expression of mild confusion on her face. She'd learned from K what his boundaries were and she can't imagine him wanting all the details from others, despite his tendency to eat outside the sex bar.
Joi's afraid to discuss the future because when she ceased to be a part of it, K was in a terribly dangerous situation. She can't in good conscience bring that up because she doesn't want him to worry. She loves him far too much to leave him hanging that way. But her thoughts are immediately centered back on K, of the delightful feeling of him kissing each of her fingers so lightly, so tenderly that it's like being kissed by a butterfly.
"Then I'll have to continue," she says with a smile. "And perhaps I'll be the one to decide that. With your input, of course." After all, it's him. She knows he didn't appreciate overbearing.
Joi thanks hers, too, and takes the steaming cup from him. She brought it up to her nose to sniff at curiously and can smell chocolate, a luxury. So she took a sip, eyes widening with approval and in a most unladylike way, drank the entire thing. "So this is why humans are so obsessed with chocolate. It's delicious! I knew that it should be, but the should be isn't near as wonderful as the reality."
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She could hardly be a prude, too, given what she'd been programmed to be. But that makes her think of the other hers out there, wondering how they're doing. If they're being treated nicely. She fears that the answer is no.
"Poor boundaries...as in they discuss it all the time," she asks, an expression of mild confusion on her face. She'd learned from K what his boundaries were and she can't imagine him wanting all the details from others, despite his tendency to eat outside the sex bar.
Joi's afraid to discuss the future because when she ceased to be a part of it, K was in a terribly dangerous situation. She can't in good conscience bring that up because she doesn't want him to worry. She loves him far too much to leave him hanging that way. But her thoughts are immediately centered back on K, of the delightful feeling of him kissing each of her fingers so lightly, so tenderly that it's like being kissed by a butterfly.
"Then I'll have to continue," she says with a smile. "And perhaps I'll be the one to decide that. With your input, of course." After all, it's him. She knows he didn't appreciate overbearing.
Joi thanks hers, too, and takes the steaming cup from him. She brought it up to her nose to sniff at curiously and can smell chocolate, a luxury. So she took a sip, eyes widening with approval and in a most unladylike way, drank the entire thing. "So this is why humans are so obsessed with chocolate. It's delicious! I knew that it should be, but the should be isn't near as wonderful as the reality."