Deviant Heart

Chapter 26: The Date

Feb. 6th, 2040 4:17 pm

Knock knock knock

Clara turned away from the mirror in her bedroom at the sound. 'That must be Markus's "surprise,"' she thought. She brushed her hands down her ankle length dress and walked to her door. On the other side of it was the smiling duo of Kara and North.

"Well this is an odd duo. In front of my apartment, no less," she commented with a smirk.

"Markus told us that you needed help getting ready for your date with Connor," Kara explained.

Clara chuckled. "Well, come on in." Once the two ladies had walked into the apartment, she shut the door. "I appreciate the help, but I don't really need it. You guys are free to hang out though, if you want."

North gave Clara a once over. "Please tell me you aren't wearing that dress."

She looked down at her pattered, multiple colored dress. "What's wrong with it?"

"That is the ugliest piece of clothing I've ever seen. I can't even tell what color it's supposed to be."

She shrugged. "It was a gift from one of my dad's artist friends."

North shook her head. "Let's see what else you've got."

She headed toward Clara's room, Kara right behind her. Clara walked in as North shifted through her clothes, taking out an article of clothing every so often to show Kara. After a couple minutes of looking, North paused.

"Wait." She pulled out a red sleeveless turtleneck dress. "You had THIS in your closet and you were going to wear THAT?" North gestured to Clara's patterned dress.

The detective scratched the back of her head. "It was a disguise I had to buy and wear for an undercover mission I took part in one time. I've never worn it other than then, though."

"Well you're wearing it tonight," North decided. "Kara, ready for hair and makeup?"

Kara grinned. "Shoes and accessories too."

Clara groaned inwardly at the forced makeover ahead of her.

At Hank's house, Connor stood in the bathroom trying to adjust his hair. It refused to do what he wanted it to do, so he frowned. A knock sounded on the doorframe, and Hank appeared in the empty doorway.

"You ready, kid?" Hank asked.

Ever since Hank officially adopted Connor as his son, making him 'Connor Anderson,' Hank took to calling him 'kid' or 'kiddo.' It made Connor happy, he felt like he was really part of a family. They weren't just partners or mentor and student any more. They were father and son.

"I think so," Connor replied. "My hair won't stay in place, but other than that I'm ready."

Hank stepped toward his son, ready to help. "What are you trying to do with it?"

He paused and a bashful expression crossed his face. The older man raised an eyebrow, coaxing Connor to speak. He sighed, then glanced at his adoptive father. "...I'm trying to get my hair to cover the LED."

Hank's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Why?"

"I just... I know some people are still... wary, about humans and androids being in relationships with one another. I don't want to embarrass or bring shame to her..."

Hank sighed. "Okay, first, Clara would never be embarrassed by you. She doesn't give a shit about what random people think of her. Second- actually, follow me for a sec." He walked out of the bathroom toward the living room, so Connor followed.