It was obvious that she was distressed. Dakota could feel her core aching for the child and had to fight the urge to pull her into a hug. It was likely the gesture wouldn’t be welcomed considering Rebecca’s behavior; getting too close would probably cause more anxiety for her.
“Uh-huh.” Dakota nodded, smiling warmly. “He’s my Unit Commander, so I get to work very closely with him. And I know that he wanted to be here, but he’s unfortunately gets pretty busy.”
She straightened as she pressed her lips together into a thin line. Ah…“Do you want to… get cleaned up? I’m… we can find you something to wear that’s in your size. I’m sure you’d feel better with some clean clothing.”
“Ah.”
It was such a soft noise in response, acknowledging that she understood that. No one would yell at her if she was quiet, right?
Rebecca visibly debated on deciding that, much like the human she was taught to act as, before softly answering.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I had no idea that you had ‘dibs’ on dealing with that trash pile.” Sarcasm, coupled with Satori clasping her hands over where her heart would have been, had she been human.
And if she had a heart.
“You honestly have another thing coming if you think I’m going to take orders from a reject toddler.”
“As his older sister, I have eternal dibs.”
“Oh, it wasn’t an order. I’m takin’ him, approval or not.”
‘At least I don’t look like an old hag’, Rebecca thought to herself and did not voice in the least.
“You must be the one that Commander Zero found…”Rumors of an illegal child-build reploid had already started to circulate through Hunter’s. Dakota hadn’t been sure what to expect when Zero had request her help, but aiding in getting the girl acclimated hadn’t been it.
With a smile, she leaned down slightly- though there wasn’t really that much of a difference between their heights. “My name is Dakota. I work for the man who found you. What’s your name?”
She looked up just a bit at the other before quickly averting her eyes, choppy bangs hanging over her face, uneven and mostly getting in her blue eyes.
“Rebecca.”
No last name. Not anymore. Not after her creator made it clear that she was not part of his family.
She looked back up at the other, her eyes a bit dull bit still quite vibrant. Her voice was quiet. Even though her vocal processor had been fixed from the sorry state it had been in when she was picked up, she didn’t want to stress it out.
“I’m blaming me for what happened. I was an idiot and I didn’t- I should’ve been stronger, should’ve been smarter. I’ve got to work on that. I need to go.”
Off to the simulation room she ran, taking her usual shortcut to get there quicker and lock the door behind her.
Ah yes. her usual squeak had left her once more at the compliment. Now covering her blushing face with her hands, Tomoe squeaked once more. “Noooooooooo- Sis, pleaaaseeeeee!”
“Super duper cutie patootie~!”
Rebecca squealed, hugging her sister close and tight as she twirled around.
Hands now moving to touch the flower crown, the rustle of artificial flowers could be heard from the contact. A small smile now gracing the reploid’s lips. This was.. really nice of her. Cue a tiny giggle as Tomoe looked up at the other.
“Thank you..! This is.. really nice! I like it a lot!”
“I’m glad!”
Rebecca clapped her hands together in glee before gently hugging her little sister.
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