[Unfortunately, a verbal altercation is just as good as a physical one for confused androids getting their literal wires crossed. There's only so much she can do in the face of the stormy look, before the signals firing in her processors make a really bad, really dumb choice.
She kisses Aqua, right on the lips. It's brief, it's awkward, and A2 retreats firmly after, coolant that's no longer leaking from a wound in her stomach now rushing to her face in a brilliant flash of red.
All A2 can manage in response is a very meek sounding:]
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She kisses Aqua, right on the lips. It's brief, it's awkward, and A2 retreats firmly after, coolant that's no longer leaking from a wound in her stomach now rushing to her face in a brilliant flash of red.
All A2 can manage in response is a very meek sounding:]
Sorry.