His fingertips touched the hair gently first. He can feel it… but not so much as a human. He wasn’t sensitive to touch. The hair… just felt like hair to him. Why was she playing around with her hair so much…? It had made him curious. He never had a chance like this. Soon his entire hand was in her hair, slowly combing it. Omega still didn’t get why humans like to play with their hair. It was hard to tell on why. He could now tell that it was sort of soft.
She stood there, awkwardly as he played with her hair. Her blue eyes wandered around but her head stayed still. She didn’t know what else to do, no one has ever played with her hair besides her before. Everyone else just simply poked it.
“Having fun there?” Her voice had a strong sense of sarcasm.
“… A little.” He responded as a mumble while he continued to comb her hair for a while.
It amused him. The texture of the hair felt different from his artificial hair. He knew his was artificial as reploids were not organic to begin with. Even with the skin. It was almost a new experience yet old. The old was because he was a mass murderer. He didn’t care what the girl, Namine, in front of him would do. Allowing him to touch her hair was… just something.