Titan King

Chapter 33

Putting the tool down and pulling the goggles off his eyes Pickle looked at the small chip sitting on the table. He picked up the chip, his naked eye inspecting it as if it could easily catch any flaws in it. He found none. The door behind him as White walked out, clad in her uh usual uniform. He stood up and looked towards her.

Pickle: Are you ready, Commander?

His tone was straight and strict, filled with authority, one that White understood. She nodded looking into his eyes, she found herself staring into his eyes a bit longer.

White: 'Damn him and those pretty eyes of his' I am, however how sure are you this will work?

Pickle: As sure as me getting a threesome with you and 2B.

He gave her a wide toothy silly smile and a thumbs up that raised annoyance in her, her eyebrow twitched as a thick wire pushed against her synthetic forehead giving the impression of a bulged vein. She wanted to smack him over his head, she sighed, but he wasn't wrong. She watched as he put on a half-sleeve shirt, it was a skin-tight shit, allowing her to see the contours of his abs and muscular chest.

Pickle: The only type of clothing you ever get for me is skin-tight clothes, I swear you guys are a bunch of perverts.

White: I didn't hear you complain last night.

Pickle snorted at her words, of course, he wouldn't complain about it. He pocketed the chip and turned around, he gave her a nod and got a nod in return. Stepping out of the room, he began to walk, the walk was silent save for his own breathing he could hear, the soft almost non-existent hum of the lights as he walked down the hallway.

2B looked up when she heard the door of the infirmary open. Her eyes were covered behind her blindfold as she sat on the bed.

Pickle: Hey, how's it going?

He questioned her only to get an expression that was a weird mixture of a happy look and a deadpan one. Glad that he had come to see her and deadpan because...

2B: Really?

She was literally and metaphorically wrapped like a preserved corpse or as the humans would call it a "mummy"

She wasn't wearing any clothes and her entire body was wrapped in bandages by the idiotic head of the medical department known as 1M. Even though it was not needed after the surgery however that annoyance of an Android had forcibly wrapped her in it, she was sure that 1M wanted to bury her somewhere and never be found. He gave her an amused smile as he walked closer to her.

Pickle: Really~

He teased her as came closer and just as he was about to sit on the nearby chair, 2B patted the side of her bed making him pause before he complied. She shifted slightly to allow him to sit down and just as he did so, she pressed herself against his side and wrapped her bandaged arms around his waist trying to pull him closer. He moved one of his arms behind her and wrapped it around her waist.

Pickle: You know I haven't been gone for more than a day.

2B: And I already feel lonely. 'I already feel myself like recharging, I wonder if it would be a common thing now'

A hum escaped from her throat as she felt his arm tighten around her waist as he pulled himself closer to her.

Pickle: How is it under the bandages?

2B: I can't feel much right now. 1M said that the bandages have a special medicine that stops me from feeling much however my new skin may be sensitive for a few hours when the bandages are removed.

Pickle: Sensitive you say~

He gave her a shit-eating causing her to panic. She shook her rapidly.

2B: Oh no, no don't you dare!