[Sonic does not get this riled. Ever. No one else can make him this angry, this fiery. Even Eggman couldn't manage it. This is something only Neo has managed, and even if that is such a small, pointless victory in the face of all of his defeats, he can take pride in this one thing.
Of course, he doesn't have long to bask in his victory before Sonic gets started and goes. As expected, the fastest thing alive goes from zero to a hundred in no time at all, and Neo's long since forgotten his momentary victory in the face of all of this.
Sonic's hand meets his shoulder and pulls him closer and Neo lets him, because it'll be that much easier to stab his organic counterpart once they're close. And then it will finally, finally be over and he won't ever have to hear about his own wants, or Sonic's nonsensical assertion that he's a hypocrite, or that he's alive. That any of this matters in any way, that he means something to Sonic more than just another enemy robot to smash to pieces—
And then it occurs to him that they're actually very close. Too close. Oh, Sonic's kissing him.
...Sonic is kissing him.
...Sonic the hedgehog is kissing him.
Saying that Neo's thought process screeches to a halt would inaccurate, as that is a purely organic term of phrase and not applicable here, as his thought process never truly stops, regardless of whatever unprecedented circumstances are happening around him (or to him). He is programmed to be able to adapt to any and all situations and to bounce back.
So he should be having a reaction to this that isn't being completely frozen in place.
His hands come up reflexively, clamping down tight on Sonic's upper arms - hard enough to leave temporary marks, not hard enough to risk those claws piercing skin - and...
And it occurs to him how warm Sonic is.
Well, of course he's warm. He is a living being and his heart is still pumping blood through his system because Neo hasn't killed him yet (for some reason). So it makes sense that he's warm. And yet there's something truly fascinating about having his cold, metal claws on a living, breathing being. Yes, he carried Sonic earlier, but he was hardly focused on his organic idiosyncrasies. Here and now, in the worst possible time to be distracted by something so completely inane and pointless, Neo hesitates.
This is... acceptable. He doesn't mind it. The warmth, the proximity, the vain thought that maybe he should have given this form a proper mouth—
Ohhhhh, no we are not going down that rabbit hole today, thank you very much. Neo's grip tightens on Sonic's arms but he... can't quite bring himself to push the hedgehog off of him. So the end result is... just kind of pathetic, if we're being honest here. Dear god. If you break the silence with a stupid joke, he will stab you.]
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Of course, he doesn't have long to bask in his victory before Sonic gets started and goes. As expected, the fastest thing alive goes from zero to a hundred in no time at all, and Neo's long since forgotten his momentary victory in the face of all of this.
Sonic's hand meets his shoulder and pulls him closer and Neo lets him, because it'll be that much easier to stab his organic counterpart once they're close. And then it will finally, finally be over and he won't ever have to hear about his own wants, or Sonic's nonsensical assertion that he's a hypocrite, or that he's alive. That any of this matters in any way, that he means something to Sonic more than just another enemy robot to smash to pieces—
And then it occurs to him that they're actually very close. Too close. Oh, Sonic's kissing him.
...Sonic is kissing him.
...Sonic the hedgehog is kissing him.
Saying that Neo's thought process screeches to a halt would inaccurate, as that is a purely organic term of phrase and not applicable here, as his thought process never truly stops, regardless of whatever unprecedented circumstances are happening around him (or to him). He is programmed to be able to adapt to any and all situations and to bounce back.
So he should be having a reaction to this that isn't being completely frozen in place.
His hands come up reflexively, clamping down tight on Sonic's upper arms - hard enough to leave temporary marks, not hard enough to risk those claws piercing skin - and...
And it occurs to him how warm Sonic is.
Well, of course he's warm. He is a living being and his heart is still pumping blood through his system because Neo hasn't killed him yet (for some reason). So it makes sense that he's warm. And yet there's something truly fascinating about having his cold, metal claws on a living, breathing being. Yes, he carried Sonic earlier, but he was hardly focused on his organic idiosyncrasies. Here and now, in the worst possible time to be distracted by something so completely inane and pointless, Neo hesitates.
This is... acceptable. He doesn't mind it. The warmth, the proximity, the vain thought that maybe he should have given this form a proper mouth—
Ohhhhh, no we are not going down that rabbit hole today, thank you very much. Neo's grip tightens on Sonic's arms but he... can't quite bring himself to push the hedgehog off of him. So the end result is... just kind of pathetic, if we're being honest here. Dear god. If you break the silence with a stupid joke, he will stab you.]