It was quiet. Light streamed through the broad windows of the lab, everything sparse, new, the air still thick with the must of construction only a few weeks prior. Nos-4-a2 was focused, pouring all of his attention into his work. Two shifted slowly in a swivel chair, going from side to side, swiping at a tablet. She was supposed to be looking for a job.

Supposed to. Her gaze kept drifting out the window, and she found herself imagining the gardens she was going to plant on their dusty lot. If this would be Nos's view while he worked, she'd have to make him something nice there. Different fountains and flowers bubbled through her head, perhaps trees... the shade would be nice when the sun started to set since these were west-facing windows.

"Any luck?" Nos asked. His tone was absent, but she was familiar enough with him at this point to know when he was reading her.

"Still looking," she hummed, pulling her eyeforms back to her tablet. No... no... no...

"Did you finish your resume?"

"One helped me do it," she flicked to the next listing. No, not that one, either... Two reached out with one hand and pushed off the counter, setting her chair spinning once, twice, and... she was facing the wrong direction. She reached back and righted herself. Nos still hadn't looked up, using thin tools to dissect a tiny power cell, his optics zoomed in far enough that she wasn't in his peripheral.

"You should just send it into a few places just to see if they respond. You might like it once you go in for an interview, and they could even make you a better offer than what they have listed."

"Mmm. Maybe," she continued to swipe. No. No. She looked up, her mind drifting, and started to watch him work. His hands were precise, delicate. He seemed frozen in place, hunched over his work surface. She watched his face, his optic slightly squinted, the barest hint of a fang resting on his lower lip. He stayed mostly still for a long while as she waved her finger over her tablet, pretending to read the job descriptions. His attention looked unwavering, but he still had his sensors trained on her. He knew what she was doing. It was all a matter of who mentioned it first.

After a while, he laid his tools down on a small cloth laid out on the workbench. He blinked a few times, resetting the zoom on his optics, and straightened his back. She watched him roll his neck and stretch his arms over his head, picturing the way his shoulders moved in their sockets beneath his cape. She knew that vision well, as she had been treated to it most every morning when she watched him get out of bed. Two gave up the ghost, resting her head on her hand, taking in the way he sank a few inches when he relaxed from his stretch.

"You're not doing this on your own, then."

Again, he knew. It wasn't a question.

"Hm. I guess not."

"Fine, I'm at a good enough stopping point anyway." Nos drifted to her and put one hand on the back of her chair, taking the tablet with the other. He leaned over her and she continued to stare, her visor now level with his chest.

"Eve. Focus."

"...I am."

Nos let out a sigh, perhaps slightly more dramatic than needed, and laid the tablet on the workbench. "I can't believe you're ogling me in my workplace."

"I can."

He huffed, letting his cheek fall against the top of her head. "I'll file a complaint after we find something you'd like to apply for. Come on, you're not even trying."

Two put her hand out to stop him from picking the tablet back up. "Or..."

"No. Come on. Focus, you've been putting this off for days."

She tilted her head, making him lift his so they could look at each other. "Or..."

"That might work on me every other time, but not this time! I'm not letting you leave this chair until you pick one. It'll be easy once you just get it over with."

Two's eyeforms narrowed. Futile as it was, Nos's persistence was admirable in the following thirty seconds.

Then they went with "or."