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He leisured in his Demolition chakushin form, ruminating about Seven’s relationship with Amishima Keita... Yes, they were buddies, that’s what the system is about.
But why? How come Seven could be assigned with such a klutz like Keita? Getting thrown around like that... Left in the rain... Keita was too young to be properly caring for a fragile, precious man like Seven.
He should only be his and his only, no other sentience nor sapient could treat Seven better than 01 only.
01 didn't want Seven to lose his charm to these dastards, he was far more intelligent. He was serious, brave, and fierce. Just like what he had to be to make 01 fall in love like that.
But how? How did he even fall in love with a cellphone like Him? He clearly hated 01. They fought, they argued, but 01 saw through him.
Seven’s eyes were like a perfect sphere, a flawless circumference, blue like the sky, bestowed by God.
His mouth, blue akin to his eyes. Rectangular, each wave signifying a frequency of audio, able to speak and lecture him about what is right and wrong, speaking about his opinions and how he described things. And also where his voice came from, it was robotic, he tends to accentuate his vowels, that if 01 were to hear him from a distance in a crowd, he could easily recognize and locate where he’s from due to his accent.
His body, his skin, a sleek cinereal like the color of an angel's feather.
God, he was stellar. An angel sent from above, no wonder humans thought of it that way.
And no one gets to turn his angel into a sleazy cellphone.