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Arms crossed, 2B stared at the whiteboard before her. For ease of access, Anemone had taken to writing down the day's assignments and posting them in the middle of camp.
Sure it was a little impersonal but it was far more efficient than having to talk to every resistance member. 2B was also partial to it for that reason even if 9S complained vociferously about the "evil board that makes me work".
Its contents were rather brief. All it had was a basic explanation of the task and the people assigned to carry it out. If someone had any more questions, Anemone was right across the clearing.
Unsurprisingly, 2B found her name listed next to 9S's. It was basically policy to always pair them together. Splitting them up was a mistake Anemone wouldn't make again. Pairing 9S with A2 in the hopes they would learn to get along quickly disabused her of that notion.
As 2B stood there, recalling that disaster, she noticed a small deviation. Normally, her name was written first, followed by 9S’s. Now they were reversed. It's not like it changed anything but the difference stood out nonetheless.
The sound of footsteps behind her directed her attention away from that and toward who could only be 9S.
"So, what new tortures has our "great leader" whipped up for us today?"
2B snorted.
"See for yourself."
Placing his hands on his hips, 9S scanned the board. After a moment of searching, he seemed to find their assignment. She swore she could see him knitting his eyebrows underneath his visor. Something had clearly caught his eye. The only thing she could think of was the new ordering of their names.
Finally, after a couple more seconds of contemplation, 9S grinned and waltzed up to the board. She could tell by the way he walked that he was up to something. How he briefly looked at her once he got there and smiled only confirmed it.
Grabbing a red marker from the metal tray at the bottom, 9S uncapped it and began to do something to their names. His body hid whatever it was but it couldn't be good.
When he finally finished whatever he was doing, he stepped away to reveal his handiwork. Between the space of the S in his name and 2 in hers, he had colored in a little red heart.
2B didn't know if she should be flustered, mortified, or both. The entire resistance was going to see what he did.
She was about to speak up to tell him to erase it. Then 9S placed a sole finger in front of his lips, teasingly shushing her.
2B didn't know what annoyed her more, the fact 9S had the audacity to shush her or that she immediately complied. Then, as if to rub salt in the wound, he blew her a kiss and headed for the exit.
Looking back at the whiteboard once more, 2B considered erasing it. It’s not like he was here to stop her. She almost did too but her hand hesitated over the eraser.
What harm was there in keeping it up? Let everyone know. She was his and he was hers.
2B smiled at the thought. Her hand instead reached for the red marker which she used to fill in the rest of the heart. Then she went to go catch up with 9S with a little bit of a skip in her step.