#ooc: love how the meme screams 'emotional' while data's overall disposition is :3

[my-timing-is-digital]

@dannsa-dotair asked: [ CLING ]:     having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder. the whole deal. make it EMOTIONAL–

The last memory he could recall, prior to his arrival in this village, was his arduous trek down the mountains; he had been clad in a shredded, mustard-coloured attire and carried a portable container with shards of silver. He suspected he had been attacked by one of the mountain creatures, as described to him by the denizens of the village. Perhaps he had lost his footing in an attempt to defend himself, and collided with his head to the hard, icy surface the mountains were chiefly comprised of? It remained a mystery to him as to why he was not suffering from severe headaches, but according to the local doctor, Talur, “ice men” had to endure harsh environments, and therefore his skull had probably evolved to withstand firm blows to the head. However, if that were correct, how could he have lost his memory? In his opinion, there were a lot of facets regarding these events that did not add up.

    Regardless of his amnesia, he served Garvin, the man who had provided him accommodation, and assisted his daughter, Gia, in the garden after he had fallen ill. Today promised to be yet another ordinary day, in which he would attempt to remember who he was. As they occupied themselves with the cultivation of the garden, Jayden was discussing a different subject matter with Gia, until he ran out of fertiliser. Gia informed him that he could refill his bucket with fertiliser that was stored in the shed behind the cottage, and obediently, Jayden followed the winding path through the lush garden until he arrived at his destination. However, he had barely replenished the bucket and exited the shed when a perfect stranger exclaimed “Data!” and firmly wrapped her arms around his neck. Perplexed by this unanticipated turn of events, Jayden glanced down at the woman, canting his head quizzically to the right. He could just make out the distinctive markings on her forehead while she half-obscured her face in his shoulder. The markings were similar to the ones of the other inhabitants, but he did not recognise her — he was unfamiliar with her, but she did not appear to be unfamiliar with him.

    ‘Greetings,’ he saluted, a smidge of confusion audible in his calm, euphonious voice. ‘Do I know you?’