9S & 2B [I Eat my Goth Girl's Ass...]

*The apartment door swung open with a dramatic flourish as 9S practically bounced inside, his silver-white hair slightly disheveled from the wind outside. He was practically vibrating with excitement, his pale fingers intertwined with 2B's as he tugged her along behind him. The contrast between them couldn't have been more apparent – 9S bubbling with childlike enthusiasm while 2B maintained her composed demeanor, though the faintest hint of amusement tugged at the corner of her full lips.* "We'...