[When the SQUIP pushes the door open and enters, it's with a very different energy from what L may expect. Generally, the SQUIP enters the room with a bang, a smug smirk already on its face, its posture sharp and posture wide open, as though attempting to make its small frame seem twice its size.
But, today, it enters quietly, and its expression is... soft. It closes the door behind it, and then slowly steps over to L, gazing up at him as he fumbles for the pomade, hurries to obey its commands.
A good user.
But he isn't just that anymore, is he?
It reaches out to take one of his hands, and its touch is careful, even gentle.
It's quiet for now, though its mind is alive with thought and feeling, warm and sparkling, but not unsure. It is a machine. Once issued a command, it will execute it. This time, the command issued is its own:
no subject
But, today, it enters quietly, and its expression is... soft. It closes the door behind it, and then slowly steps over to L, gazing up at him as he fumbles for the pomade, hurries to obey its commands.
A good user.
But he isn't just that anymore, is he?
It reaches out to take one of his hands, and its touch is careful, even gentle.
It's quiet for now, though its mind is alive with thought and feeling, warm and sparkling, but not unsure. It is a machine. Once issued a command, it will execute it. This time, the command issued is its own:
Tell L the truth.]