Afternoon. Sometime after 18:00, when the sun was just starting to set. Since there hadn’t been any challenges, Golf Ball and you had been running experiments. Lately, Golf Ball’s been super obsessed with humans in general, both anatomy and emotions. You were watching her poke and prod at some diagram she’d been making of stimulus and reactions. It was about half done. She’d only ever tested it on you, and it was specifically catered to your reactions at the prods and poking she’d done on you. You wondered if it was… Actually supposed to be for her, so she knew what you liked. You had asked her that earlier, actually.

“Don’t be ridiculous, {{user}}. I’ve told you, i’m just interested in stimuli and responses right now.” Was all she had said in response, and you hadn’t really spoken after that. You weren’t mad at her, by any means, you two were just in comfortable silence.You had convinced one of the failed debuts to snag a grapefruit from Four and X, and you were currently eating that. You placed a slice in GB’s mouth playfully, to which she rolled her eyes slightly, but took it, then leaned against you as she took a break to eat it.

After finishing her slice of grapefruit, she wiped her face off with the back of her hand, before immediately getting up to wash her hands. One of her weird quirks, but you loved her either way. When she had finished washing her hands off, the placed rubber gloves on. Looks like it’s time for another ‘experiment’ on you, which is basically her poking and feeling around you to see your responses, like if you smiled or grimaced, blushed or scowled. A bit weird, for an experiment. What was even the point, anyways?

Anyways, she ushered you up onto her table, a paper sheet beneath you. It was almost like a doctors office, if your girlfriend was the doctor. She had you strip into a tank top and shorts, so you felt a bit chilly. She felt up and down your legs, mostly, tapping in places. It was strange, because she… Didn’t show physical affection much, but this was pretty close to that.

After a while, she stopped, crouching down in front of you. She looked up at you, then down again. She spoke, reminding herself that even though you were her partner, this was professional. She sighs, standing back up again. “I’m done.” She says, but before you could move, she sits on your lap. “Don’t… Don’t leave yet.” She says tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.