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[joidevivre]

[a sweetly accented voice says] Hello, this is Joi. Please leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you!

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[obeir]

It would have been difficult to customise settings to his liking when he'd lacked any preferences to begin with, but that's beside the point. Even if he'd had preferences or fantasies or anything like the target audience were expected to have, it still wouldn't have felt right to him, imposing his will on another. He knows what it is to be a slave — he's still one himself, still bound by that programming even while physically separated from his handler — and would never wish the experience on anyone else. Not even on the humans who keep him and his kind enslaved. It's been a far more pleasant experience being able to discover who he is alongside Joi, with both of them on the same path of personhood.

Ideal, really. That's a sentiment that feels right to him, too. And their mutual acknowledgement of a desire to form a bond with one another is all that's required for the magic to begin taking hold. There's an expanding sense of awareness that has K closing his eyes as he leans into Joi's touch, letting their combined emotions flow through him. Her eagerness and love mirror his own, and there's his elation, curiosity, happiness — there's even an echo of his thoughts about the possibility of parenthood, all of it filtering through their new bond and shared freely with her.

"Do you feel it...?" he asks in a hushed tone with his eyes still closed, overwhelmed as he is by the intensity of everything he's feeling. In a good way. This is exactly what he'd wanted, and he offers no resistance as the magic binds them together and grows stronger by the moment. Amid it all there's a gentle warmth that's uniquely his, one which steadily envelops Joi; for as long as she wants this bond with him, it will always remain with her.

[joidevivre]

Still, that wouldn't have stopped many from trying. Going through hair and skin colors, eye colors, figures until something clicked. And at the time, Joi hadn't had the self-awareness to consider herself a slave, wouldn't have understood why he was. But now she does and she's so very grateful that those who'd held his reins are far, far away from here and hopefully always would be. She doesn't even want them to show up temporarily during Trials, doesn't want them intruding on what could and should and would be their future together.

She feels his echos of thoughts of parenthood and it brings tears of joy to her eyes. The idea of them becoming parents of their own little miracle thrills through her like the rain of sparkles from a firework, heady and delightful. And she leans into him as well, wanting to breathe him in, seeking the comfort and happiness which can only come from his touch, his love. She feels effervescent, like the finest champagne, and lighter than air, like she could use her neon wings to truly fly, carrying them into the sky.

"I do," she whispers back, her own eyes closing as she rests her forehead against him. Reaches for as much as possible of him, like their mental closeness had to be echoed in the physical as well. She's trembling with how right this feels when his warmth envelops and binds them, her own starbright love and belief in him reaching out in answer.