Being handled delicately is...It's strange. Flesh remembers in an odd way as cabling and wires do not, though of course it wasn't handled that often, but that tenderness doesn't feel especially familiar. Its creators were likely careful with it, of course, but it's not quite the same....It can't define the difference, even to itself. Maybe it's just because it's Gabriel....
(It has this thought and decides it absolutely can't tell him that. He's already annoying and smug enough.)
V1 had removed its own capability to vocalize a long time ago, but those connections and signals still exist. As Gabriel works his way down (through?) its internals, mechanisms sporadically whirr and hum and vibrate around his hands, a chiming and strangely harmonious song thrumming through its internal workings. Alien and odd, but almost pleasant to feel.
Its wings twitch periodically, almost fluttering the way Gabriel's own wings might, V1's shoulders and head dropping in what seems to be the equivalent of sinking into something comfortable, utterly relaxed and no longer even slightly cautious about Gabriel's warmth at its back.
This is nice. It thinks it gets it now. It's not the same as the pleasure that flesh and blood creatures feel, it thinks, but it's still nice.
Gabriel asks it a question, and it takes a moment to process what he's asking for. It raises its hand to tap his hand again, and then carefully leans forward.
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(It has this thought and decides it absolutely can't tell him that. He's already annoying and smug enough.)
V1 had removed its own capability to vocalize a long time ago, but those connections and signals still exist. As Gabriel works his way down (through?) its internals, mechanisms sporadically whirr and hum and vibrate around his hands, a chiming and strangely harmonious song thrumming through its internal workings. Alien and odd, but almost pleasant to feel.
Its wings twitch periodically, almost fluttering the way Gabriel's own wings might, V1's shoulders and head dropping in what seems to be the equivalent of sinking into something comfortable, utterly relaxed and no longer even slightly cautious about Gabriel's warmth at its back.
This is nice. It thinks it gets it now. It's not the same as the pleasure that flesh and blood creatures feel, it thinks, but it's still nice.
Gabriel asks it a question, and it takes a moment to process what he's asking for. It raises its hand to tap his hand again, and then carefully leans forward.