[6O blinks a few times, then rubs her hand over her eyes to clear away the last uncomfortable traces of dried tears. She brings her cocoon of blankets with her when she sits up, only sticking one arm out of it so she can take the mug. The warmth of it takes her by surprise—this must be one of those beverages humans liked to take hot. It feels kind of soothing.]
Bees... those are a kind of insect, right? I think I read about them somewhere.
[She's content to just listen without rummaging for the memory right now. Let 9S ramble if he wants to!]
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Bees... those are a kind of insect, right? I think I read about them somewhere.
[She's content to just listen without rummaging for the memory right now. Let 9S ramble if he wants to!]