@amabiliavit » “Gavin Reed, right? I believe we’ve met..”
And judging by the resigned intonation—Connor wasn’t exactly thrilled to share the news.
“I think he made himself perfectly clear—if the 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝 is anything to go by.”
@amabiliavit Having arrived to his point, synthetic exoskeleton retires against the chair, his posture, as always, impeccable. However, the sound of laughter guided sights back to Robin—had Connor said something particularly funny?
Curiosity was still trained on her when she continued. »
What the boy lacked in height he made up for in confidence—he’ll give him that much.
Two perfectly concocted killing machines, albeit one more 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙚, would yield interesting results.
It’s not that Connor 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 to regard him with »
Oh, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 —— give him a second to look for the part where he cares. He 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭.
⠀⠀⠀He 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 succeed, don’t underestimate him. Fortunately, though, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘆’𝘀 craving for a cup of coffee is much larger than his urge to kill right now, so »
Gavin read that—?
He’s going to glide over the fact incapacitating him a 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 time seemed likely.
“If you’d read the DPD handbook 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 then you’d be aware that engaging in physical combat of any kind still violates your contract.”
“what are you going to do? Knock me out again? I could go to HR so fast, your robot head would combust. There’s no law against combat by mop.”
He read the HR handbook. Fighting with a mop isn’t against the rules.
One can practically taste the venom dripping from the shorter’s bite.
At least he’ll commend Gavin on 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙮.
“I advise against that—for your own well-being, Detective.”
“Not relevant, huh? How about I make it relevant and start by shoving the handle up your ass.”
He threatens with a snarl, fingers tightening against the mop as he contemplates actually doing it.
Against ants, maybe—.
A single flicker toward the mop and he had its structure analyzed. The results are expectedly underwhelming.
“Considering I don’t plan on shutting down anytime soon.. I’d say your question isn’t exactly 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙩.”
@FxckingAndroids » outcome.
Readily supplied with the first definition of ‘𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧’, DPD in mind—he spoke with stubborn conviction,
“I wouldn’t want to work with a partner that isn’t you, Hank.”
A beat. Contemplative.
“I didn’t.. mean just Sumo.”
As though he were realizing the extent of his answer himself in that waking moment. Sights skirted away in order to properly formulate a thought.
“I know I may not exactly count, as such, but.. »
“… He has you now, right? It’s not like he’ll care much..”
Sumo would forget about him. Like everyone else would.
“There ain’t a damn person in the world that would kiss me when I’m gone.”
@FxckingAndroids Brought back? You could practically see the nonexistent gears inside his head turning as understanding dawned.
A gentle clarification,
“What I mean to say is.. I likely wouldn’t have 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 if not for your involvement.”
In fact, his calculations guaranteed the »
No. He’s just trying all and every weapon he can find to try to kill the android.
Starting with the mop he found in the janitors office.
“Ready to die, asshole?”
@FxckingAndroids » “And it isn’t only because I’m functionally unable to forget—I wouldn’t 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 to.”
He was grappling with the frustration of getting his point across.
There existed no prepackaged shiny code inside him that might offer oversight on how to compartmentalize feelings. »
@amabiliavit He’ll be right back—he’s loading this YouTube video up on how to administer vaccines—for entirely unrelated purposes.
Exactly 4:20. He’s punctual.
@amabiliavit ..Don’t worry about it—he’ll figure it out.
Perfect he’ll be there at 4:20 sharp.
Hank taught him that was the optimal time for appointments.