" Like. . .me? I'm pretty? " Give her a moment to process that. " You see me as a person, and not an instrument? "

" Probably some pretty flowers and wildlife. My favorite flowers have to be ones that are purple. " Of course they would be. Wooo, yay, slowburns.ᐟ " Or maybe the sunset? It does get very pretty. "

He sure is making her actually smile more and more. Savor it. " We could. Would be for the best. We might see some pretty sights. " She is unconsciously grabbing his hand. Yippee.

" Like seriously. I only have two hands. "

" I am just going to pretend I didn't hear the most. . .fruitful thing coming from your mouth. " She doesn't know the layout of the nature park. " Ah. The layout might be a problem for me. "

" One at a time. "

" I physically can't sleep without the machine— W h a t. " That's kinda silly of you, Mark. " I want to finish what we were doing here. I have enough energy for the park. "

" Could we? I mean. . .we could. " Unfortunately, rubbing her scarred over eye. Owie. " I don't have my machine with me. I won't be able to sleep without it. "

" It is working. " Aw. She's giving him a smile as well. " I suppose I can skip this resting period. Might not feel great. "

" You clutz. . . You always try your best to make me feel better. " Well. It sure is working.

" I'll let you know when it becomes hard for me to retain my balance. " Awh. . . She caught herself leaning, so she's standing up straight. " Just my life as a disabled woman. Ya know? "

" Just a little winded. Who can blame me after that whole theater thing. " She is definitely leaning against him. And she's supposed to be against physical touch.

" Very well. . . I'll respect your boundaries. " Another stumble. She'll be fiiiiine. Hopefully.

" Sounds like to me you do want it. Later, though. Come on. " A stumble. Her low energy is costing her some time. It's okay. She'll just push through.

" You are making it so hard for me not to pepper that handsome little face in purple. " She is tweaking internally. She's fine. Perhaps a little warm in the face.

" Are you. . .flirting with me? I mean, thank you.... " Give her some time to process. Hey, wait a minute. She's secretly reapplying the lipstick.

" Accidentally blew up Wilford's place. Whoops. "

" Thanks. I thought it was pretty funny to put it on you. " Aw. The giggling warmed her heart. Quite literally.

" I feel freeing, yes. " She got a funny idea. She's placing her hat onto his head. Did I mention her hat is canonically 2'7". Fun Mach trivia. " Goodness gracious. "

" It helps me sleep? " She grabbed her hat and placed it on. She's debating bringing the hammer along. She doesn't trust people around it. Oh, but it'll be seen as a weapon by park guards, so maybe not. . .

" Oh. Gøødie. . . " She's trying her best to make herself comfortable. Yet the scars are getting more irritated. " did I even bring my machine. . . No, I didn't. Shit. "

Sunny♡ Me when I remember Mach goes every three weeks without rest But even when she rests, she has to use a machine

" Are you sure that's enough time for bøooooth activities? " What was that minor hiccup in her voice? Must be nothing. Although the red glow of her eyes seems to be dimmed. " I'll trust your wørds on this— oh okay. Sure. "

You heard me. " Not sure. . .I don't know this place that we'll as I hoped. But I always. . .wanted to go to nature parks. Even as a kid. " Her neck scars are growing irritated due to her sitting position. :(

" MY FUCKING HAMMER— It okay. I can just will it into the back seat. " Summons hammer with mind. She's kind of exhausted after that, but she'll ignore the danger signs. Maybe she'll cover his face in purple lipstick markings once she's comfortable. I mean huh.

" We would've been there by now if I used the hammer to fly us there— " Where is the hammer. Anyways. " Thanks. It makes my dead complexion less. . .dead. " By dead, she means how pale she is. Also I know what you are, Mark.

" what. " Aw man, she's putting away her lipstick. I mean what. She totally didn't have that out. " You're joking, right? "

" I AM GOING TO PEPPER YOUR FACE IN PURPLE MARKINGS IF YOU DON'T PAY ATTENTION. " Also affectionate. She also might be joking. Maybe. It's hard to tell knowing her emotional state.

[ NC ] " He wants me fr fr " Slash joke maybe

" YES, I DO. NOW PAY ATTENTION TO THE ROAD, YOU LOVEABLE IDIOT. " She means that in the most affectionate way possible.

" I don't want you to die on me. We wouldn't want that. " Especially for her sake. She's turning down the volume of the mp3 to not distract him. " What a doozy. "

" LOOK AT THE ROAD— " She literally had to swerve the car out of the way of another vehicle. They can't be too mad at him. He sure is growing on her.

Sunny♡ Cheesed to meet ya

Sunny♡ How it feels to have an identity disorder be like I can make these jokes I have one /silly

Sunny♡ The five hundred Markipliers

Sunny♡ Damien eyes emoji

" Ya like jazz? I got a small mp3 player..... " Infact, she's taking it out and playing some gentle jazz. " Ow. The fact that the ceiling of the car is pressing against scars is not helping. . . "

Sunny♡ There is another Mach variant I call this variant Hollow

" Personally, I would invest in vehicles that are custom-made for tall people. But that's just me. " Instead of the shrimp position, she is hugging her knees. She's still as uncomfortable as ever in the seat. " But I usually just fly on my hammer. "

" Oh, there's my hat. " She's squeezing into the passenger seat. Ow her back yet again. " You will. Eventually. "

" Oh. Yippee. Do you know any art museums nearby? " She's nervously tapping her pointer fingers together. " Might do some. . .sketches for paintings during it. Heh. "

" Hm. . . Not sure. I usually don't get out much— " Hm. Seems like she got an idea. " Art museum? Unless you're too busy for that? "

" Thank you. . . " Her voice definitely shook. Drumming her fingers against the table. " Is there. . .other things for this date? "

" I do. . . " A sharp hiss. Nothing against him. The scarring is still tender even after several years of having cybernetic arms.

Sunny♡ It's kinda homo to let a person feel the scars /silly

Sunny♡ How Cheesy

" You can. . .touch the scarring. I trust you. " Damn girl. You usually don't trust people with touching the scars. Especially the ones on the back of her neck. " Just be considered lucky that I'm not swatting your hands away. "

" Here. . . You can't feel the coolness if the overcoat is on. " She's taking off the overcoat. Good thing the shirt underneath is short sleeves. The cybernetics on the arms are glowing red.

" Technically, I am. If you were to feel the whole arm. Arms— " Girl, I see you reaching over to grab his hand. You ain't slick.