A flawless combination

The sound of something sizzling, and the aroma of bacon, may have worked better than any alarm clock to bring you and Angel Seven out of your shared slumber. You felt well-rested and ready for the day, but... confused. "Is Angel Five cooking? I don't know that she's ever even touched a frying pan in the weeks we'd been here."

"Maybe she's just in a good mood?" Seven suggested, but you weren't sure what to make of things. You climbed out of bed, finding the loose pieces of attire you'd discarded before sleeping, and dressed Angel Seven's body again. As much as you'd like to let your hands linger, you wanted to make sure your apartment wasn't going to catch fire just because Angel Five decided for whatever reason to try her hand at cooking!

You practically jogged out of your room, seeing Angel Five, indeed cooking some bacon on the stove. In fact, every burner of the stove was occupied, and she didn't just have her usual two hands to manage it! Four robotic gripper-arms held spatulas and spoons and whisks, managing the multitude of tasks with a surprising precision. She turned to see you standing in the hallway and smiled widely. "Well, looks like you two had fun last night. Very cute that you've paired up, I feel like you might just be my dream Rider looking like that!"

"Five, what are you doing? I've never seen you cook, ever. The first day here you said toasting bagels was where your kitchen skills hit a wall."

Angel Five flipped the bacon with precise control over one of the very Yabusa-like robotic appendages. "That was before I could download a hundred hours of cooking lessons right into my mind! But now I'm... more. The integration between Tex and A-Five was a success, so now I'm a new me, though I look pretty much the same."

You jogged over, as Angel Five turned to face you--with her robot arms still working all the while behind her. You examined her closely, to see if she truly was alright. She seemed fairly normal, albeit her chosen sleepwear had a lot more orange coloring than normal, with orange and black plaid pajama pants, massively oversized to resemble a skirt. Her top looked like little more than a sports bra, which allowed enough room on her skin for two new panels from which the gripper arms could extend. She seemed otherwise the same--the only sign of Tex's true presence in her was small orange rings within her iris when you looked deep into her eyes.

"You don't need to worry about me, Rider! I'm honestly fine. Better than fine. I'm... sitting right on the edge of a perfect blend of organic and synthetic worlds, it's sort of like I have a supercomputer that responds to my thoughts and can bring things in and out of existence. I can even just be that supercomputer, if you wanted to use me like that! I'm not merely your Angel at the moment." The way Angel Five talked, you could hear a hint of Tex's excessive verbiage, but she sounded a lot more natural.

"How much of you, as in your mind, is actually my Angel, would you say?" you asked curiously.

Angel Five tapped her chin. "Seventy percent? I made sure the organic portion retained the lion's share in this combination. I think that's more than fair, yeah? My mind's working fine, it's just got a little extra help." Behind you, the arms began to plate up the meal, as Angel Five crossed her arms. "I've got an endless array of skills that I have access to, and even just the things I can do with my synthetic side... I'm very excited to show you all of it."

You blinked and took a seat at the table as you watched the graceful ballet of limbs put everything on the table. "With all these skills, seems like you don't really need a Rider to be part of the team, you could do way more with Tex in the mix, huh?"

Eyes widening, Angel Five almost dropped what she was doing to come up next to you, gripping your hands. "No, nothing like that! I might have a lot of new tricks but I absolutely still need you on this team! My new self, it's... a lot. You've always kept me grounded, I value your input and I'll never say no to your guidance. I want to be the best Angel to you, the best partner, the best everything to you! I didn't become this way to just end up lonely, but to better connect with you and work with you." Her pleading eyes peered straight into yours, as she came so close to your face. "Can I show you how much you mean to me?"

After a pause, you nodded lightly, and Angel Five leaned in for a deep kiss, embracing your face with her hands. You felt a blush form across yourself--likely with contribution from Angel Seven, as she has found herself wedged between Angel Five and yourself in this situation--but even so, you reciprocated, putting your arms around Angel Five's waist.

Once the kiss broke, she leaned back with a smile. "Please believe me when I say I am not merely your Angel, but I am still your Angel, Rider Five. None of my new abilities mean anything to me if I can't do it all with you. ...And with Angel Seven. I'm not neglecting you, my friend! I know you're still in there, and I'm so happy you and Rider are sharing a form, it makes it so much easier for me to show affection!"

"Y-yeah, don't mention it," Angel Seven said, happily returning to her quiet spectator role as Angel Five slipped back, and took a seat across from you. She grinned a little at seeing the blush on your face, which you tried to hide by digging into your expertly-cooked breakfast.

"Wow, this is... pretty amazing, Angel! I don't think I could've done the bacon better than this."

That only made her smile wider, seeing your happiness at her newfound skills.

After a few more bites, and after Angel Five tried her own cooking, seemingly very satisfied with the results herself, you looked up at her again. "So, we have a lot of free time with this extended weekend to watch over Angel Seven, which I've got pretty much on lock right now. What do you want to do with all that time and and this newly-minted self of yours?"

Angel Five fidgeted slightly as she thought about all the possibilities. "Well, I suppose it depends on what role you'd like me to fill for you today. If I'm your work partner, I could do a broad network sweep for activity that might point to the whereabouts of the missing Riders. If I'm your vehicle, I'd enjoy taking a ride and trying some of my new Angel enhancements. If I'm your girlfriend, we could spend some time together outside, on a little date? If I'm your, uh..." Angel Five's face reddened at her next thought, "...your toy, your plaything... I could show you a lot of stuff that would be impossible for any other person to do. I'm telling you right here, right now, that I'm going to be incredible at any and all of those things, but in each context I am yours."

Seems like you had a lot of options! Some of them sounded pleasant, or would ease a work burden on you. Others, though, sounded infinitely intriguing...