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[The sincerity is killing him, and he's both flattered and doubtful. It isn't like they know what kind of people he hangs out with, or what people really think. Just...what they think. What they think is good enough, really, when he's here next to them and feeling the warmth of their body, hearing the sweetness of their words. Everyone else, who cares? Not him right now.

Sort of like how he knows he should shower, just in case, and how he should really fucking buy some actual lubricant, but he just wants to stay here beside them.]

I think you're biased... [He sounds charmed, though, for sure. And,] They're gonna like you, too.

[ha]

[Rover has no reason to think people wouldn't like Maverick. What they know about Maverick is what they've seen, and...what they've seen is someone openhearted and sweet.

So they're totally biased.]

Being biased doesn't mean I'm wrong.

[And of course they're going to be liked. They're amazing and not at all antagonistic or rude.]

And I hope they do.

[Hey now, he didn't say that. Rover is absolutely a rude little shit of a robot that covered insecurities by leaning into what confidence they already had. But, you know, of someone likes Maverick, then why wouldn't they like this little gremlin, too? It's a natural conclusion, in his opinion.]

Pffh. Even if you didn't make me so fucking happy, you're funny, interesting, an incorrigible flirt... You just say what you think, no bullshitting around. It's refreshing as fuck. What's not to like? You're fucking great.

[It's okay to be wrong.

They feel embarrassed at his words - it's a good thing they can't blush, or that would be a dead give away for just how those words make them feel.]

Yeah. I am pretty fucking great. [They shrug one shoulder.] But I think most people should just say what they think. It'd make things easier.

[His partner is dorky and good... With a soft chuckle, he kisses at that shrugged shoulder.]

Yeah. Probably.

[people are kind of bullshit... Maybe he wouldn't mind if Rover wasn't a "people", as long as he gets what he already has -- this contentment from pulling them against his body and nuzzling in. People lie even when they don't say anything, and they hurt others... It's hard to know all of a person. He might not know much about Rover, but it's hard to imagine them betraying him like he's been betrayed before, and he's already been promised all of them. Whatever the hell they are... Things feel easier, next to them.]

Only probably?

[They say it with mock offense, with no idea what Maverick's thinking of. It's probably better that they don't know. They couldn't handle it, knowing someone thinks of them so highly. They wouldn't feel like they deserve it - after all, they've done hardly anything.]

More like definitely! I've watched human things, you know, and it always seems like things would be easier if people talked.

[Do dramatic, tearful romances count as research?]

[This faux indignation is charming, which he's pretty sure makes him an absolutely disaster, but oh well.]

Human things, huh? Descriptive. Like what?

You know - things! Things that humans made. Like...like movies, and stuff.

[It sounds ridiculous to say, and if they could blush they would be bright red right now.]

[Cute...]

Well, you're not wrong... [He chuckles softly and trails kisses down from their shoulder to their side.] But now I'm extra fucking glad I haven't had to hear you regurgitate sappy shit from bad romance movies, trying to get me here. Would've taken waaaay longer...and I like being here.

The movies are a very accurate representation of human relationships. I think. [...] Okay, they probably aren't, but I got you here so who cares?

[They wiggle a bit under the kisses, but it's not like they're ticklish.]

I like you being here, too.

[He manages to suppress the laugh this time, keeping up his little kisses across Rover's skin before finally resting his chin down and looking back up at them through his lashes.]

Just don't expect me to go around doing dumb bullshit like holding a jukebox outside your window or...I dunno, there's just so much ridiculous shit, I can't even think of anything. And don't expect me to stick around if you and Mama wanna bingewatch those things together.

Wow, and here I thought you were a romantic. [smh.] I bet your mom has some good recommendations.

[They're definitely going to bingewatch shitty romcoms together.

They raise their hand, careful not to dislodge Maverick, and fiddle with strands of his hair.]

Ha. I'm good at this shit because I go with what feels right, not what some fucking movie tells me. People don't do scripts.

[It would be nice to do more for them... All of this, this closeness, the banter, the feeling of fingers through his hair, it's all perfect and not just because he's still in the dizzy bliss of afterglow. That doesn't hurt, of course. Being able to give them what they wanted after giving him everything, all of themself, it would be... He'd feel better, he thinks. Closer.

It's tough, when neither of them really know what Rover likes.]

For sure. Even some where it ain't just the same white hettie nonsense that's spooned out over and over. She'll be thrilled as fuck to share.

What about things that aren't people?

[Back to this shit again... Rover's not sure why they care so much about what Mav thinks about them. It seems important. More important than what Rex thinks, what Ekkehardt thinks, what anyone thinks. They just want Mav to think highly of them, whether that means they're a person or not.

But...maybe he would be happier if they were a person.]

Yeah? Tell her to plan a movie night for us soon, then. I gotta see the good stuff.

[Ah. Oops. He hadn't been thinking about what words to use, or anything, and maybe it's because it's been a while now that Maverick feels extra bad about not choosing something else. It was still bothering them... Well, of course it was. It's very sensible to be bothered over not knowing whether you're a person and what can apply to you in life.

Maverick pushes himself back up to hover above them a moment before leaning in for a proper kiss and resting his body against theirs. No escape, they're pinned now, no matter how gently. Them's the rules.]

Dunno. You sure as hell don't follow any script, though. I like you doing your own thing, remember? [It's sort of why he came over today... To make sure they could keep doing that. Another kiss, and when he speaks again his voice is softer, but it also has a more teasing tone.] Unless you wanna say this was all a scheme and seducing me is step twelve in taking over Daybreak, then the world. Then I guess I'll have to rethink things.

[and wonder how he got himself into this situation again lmao]

[They brought the mood down...They're about to apologize for saying anything when Maverick traps them, and maybe it's not so bad.]

I follow several scripts, if you want to think about it literally, but they have given me the ability to demonstrate something close to "free will".

[That's a Joke, probably.]

And, no, step twelve is stopping Nightfall. This is step three. [A pause.] That's a joke.

[Just in case he didn't know!!]

[He rolls his eyes, though it's more to go through the act than actually feeling it.]

Yeah, yeah.

[Coding does have something to do with scripts, huh? He's never been super great at computer nonsense. Serious meaningful conversations... He's hit or miss with that, too. And being part of big schemes, jokes or not, well... Ugh. He's a fucking moron for even bringing it up.]

Step three, huh.

[Nothing would be gained from going with you.

He kisses them again, slipping one hand down their side and between their legs to finger along the slit, slow, like a test of whether it's okay. He wants to smirk and joke around some more, but trying to think of something to say is just making him dwell on the bad even more. Maybe something about how highly he ranked on the list? No, because then he could still be a mistake that doesn't get repeated, or something to check off and move on from...

You won't lose me. I promise.]

Can I be steps four, six, nine, ten, eleven, and thirteen, too? I can be as many steps as I want in a joke, right?

Yeah, step three.

[They lean against the kiss, surprised to feel the hand between their legs. They shift, pressing into the touch. Their sensors had been shut off, there, but it doesn't take more than a thought to switch them back on again. They want to feel this.

They just want to feel him.]

You're all the steps. You're even a big part of step twelve. What's the point of doing anything without you?

[And it's sincere, because Rover doesn't know how to not be sincere when it comes to Maverick. They just want him to be happy and to know they want him.]

[He hesitates a moment, then focuses on dipping two fingers in and moving them at a leisurely pace. It's easier to think about what makes their anatomy off and how he can compensate than it is to feel the weight of that last question. He doesn't know if it makes him happy to hear that or concerned, or what he should feel hearing something like that -- something that nags at the desire to make Rover feel more. He can touch them as he likes, but he doesn't know how to actually make them feel, and ascribing that to not being able to tease their clit or suck them off made it a little less like it was anyone's fault, or he's failing. They think they're happy, after all, doing things for him, whether or not he should be anyone's reason to fight, laugh, love. Live.

And they've said before they can feel this, that it felt good even through the unfamiliarity. Maverick will happily lean into what little experience he has while avoiding responsibility, and pepper them with affectionate kisses all the while.]

[Rover is content to let it happen, closing their eyes to focus on the sensation - because that's all it is, really. Sensation they're choosing to view as pleasurable, and they wonder if that's what it's like for someone who's actually organic. Can you choose what feels good and what feels bad? Probably not. It's probably just one more sign that Rover isn't a person, that Rover has no claim to being a person and shouldn't even try to pretend.

They sigh, softly.]

You're trying to distract me.

[His response is a sigh of his own against their neck, but he doesn't stop the gentle thrust of his fingers right away, like maybe just a few seconds more and Rover won't have called him out, or it will actually work. No such luck, of course.

Oh well. It wasn't particularly fair, anyway, even if he thinks it probably would have worked on him, were their roles reversed. That should concern him. Thoughts for later.]

Sorry. [And another kiss to their neck in apology as he finally slips his fingers out, though he still traces the lip of the slit while he thinks. It gives him something to do.] I just... I dunno what the fuck I'm supposed to say. It's not like I fucking get it when you talk about not being a person, or any of that. Not really... I don't --

[Ugh. He sighs again, and his already muffled voice becomes ever moreso.]

I don't wanna say something stupid and make you feel bad.

Well...

[Hmm. They don't really have any answers for him. They really don't know what to do or say in this - and it's not like they have any experience to draw from. All they have are their thoughts, and right now when they're not sure how good they are...]

I don't think there's any such thing as what you're supposed to say. There's just what you think, what you feel, and that's...That's worth sharing if you want to, I think.

[A pause, as they try to sort things into something that makes sense.]

I'd rather you say what you mean, even if you think it might be stupid. And...and if it would make you feel better, I can not talk about the person stuff?

What? No, that's not what... [Maverick's words trail off into a groan and he rolls to fall on his back and stare up at the ceiling, instead. That was a little better. Less distracting. He didn't want to smooch the ceiling.]

"Just what you think, what you feel, and that's worth sharing if you want". It's like that for me, too. I want...you to be you. I wanna fucking know who that is, and... I dunno. I wanna fucking make you happy. [So sex was safer than unfamiliar conversation territory, oops.]

[He doesn't get to stare at the ceiling for long, because Rover props themself up on their elbow to look down at him, effectively blocking his few.]

Okay. But...you don't have to like...Plan any grand schemes or do things completely perfectly to make me happy. You've made me happy already just being yourself, so...

[They shake their head.]

You don't need to try so hard or be scared of fucking up. I'm pretty easy.

[aaaaaaa no, his safe ceiling view -- ]

Pfh. I wouldn't fucking say that again, you know. [True or not... He doesn't really want other people going around thinking "wow Rover's easy," like he'll fight for their honor and all, but in an ideal world he doesn't have to because people won't be trying to get with his partner.

Less amused, though,] I don't want to fuck up. Even if you fucking say it's okay, it's just -- not?

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