[Backgrounds too wildly different to ever align, clearly-- he doesn't want to unsettle his superiors, doesn't want to cause shock or outrage or make them think for one moment that he believes himself to be above the position assigned to him by his creation. Unsettling Killjoys or plain old civilians is one thing, but the Qreshi nobility here, the Company Enforcers-- his conditioning is so pervasive that, for them, he only wants to please. To serve, as he's intended to do.
But all of that goes unsaid and unknown between them, and instead there's only the gentle closing of her hand around his, the slight tug and pull as she means to lead him out onto the dance floor, and with a continuation of those uncertain feelings, another glance back at his Handlers to ensure they're not watching or signaling for him to come away, he goes along with her.]
Fun. Hahah.
[But even the words come out less slick and smooth than they'd been before, laced with subtle unease. Although he attempts to rally himself as he continues, to keep the cool impassive mask in place, unaware that she's already discerned its slippage.]
And I'm generally referred to as Unit 68. But if you're the type to prefer names...it's Giovanni.
[Most don't bother to use it, after all. 68, dog, mutt, hey you, he responds to just about anything, even if - quietly, silently - his name is preferred.
He'll place his hands with uncertain lightness wherever she directs him to put them, but once out there, once moving, she'll at least find he responds to her guidance with relatively fluid ease. kinesthetic intelligence is something he has plenty of, and the act of dancing, well, it's not so very different from the elegant movements he'd execute during a fight.]
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But all of that goes unsaid and unknown between them, and instead there's only the gentle closing of her hand around his, the slight tug and pull as she means to lead him out onto the dance floor, and with a continuation of those uncertain feelings, another glance back at his Handlers to ensure they're not watching or signaling for him to come away, he goes along with her.]
Fun. Hahah.
[But even the words come out less slick and smooth than they'd been before, laced with subtle unease. Although he attempts to rally himself as he continues, to keep the cool impassive mask in place, unaware that she's already discerned its slippage.]
And I'm generally referred to as Unit 68. But if you're the type to prefer names...it's Giovanni.
[Most don't bother to use it, after all. 68, dog, mutt, hey you, he responds to just about anything, even if - quietly, silently - his name is preferred.
He'll place his hands with uncertain lightness wherever she directs him to put them, but once out there, once moving, she'll at least find he responds to her guidance with relatively fluid ease. kinesthetic intelligence is something he has plenty of, and the act of dancing, well, it's not so very different from the elegant movements he'd execute during a fight.]