Humans are Oddities [Connor DBH]

3.3

One must admit that sitting in a holding cell overnight wasn't particularly comfortable, even if it was warmer than your own home. You pondered if any more Androids had stopped by the house but no one was there to answer, part of you felt immense guilt, but the other part knew there was nothing that could be done whilst you had your hands tied.

After the poor Deviant from last night confirmed to Hank and Connor that you were indeed helping the lost few who found their way to you, it was unclear what the next step was for you. Unable to determine whether or not you were going to be charged, imprisoned or god knows what, it made you rest uneasily for the remainder of the night.

Lazily you leaned up against the wall, one leg propped upright as you rested your wrist over your knee and the other lay flat. It was interesting watching the people come in and out of the precinct office area, you tended to enjoy people watching but in the situation you were in it grew boring rather quickly.

"- check it out over here, this freak was caught helping those plastic tin cans. Unbelievable. Didn't think humans would be that pathetic." A voice pointed in your direction, an unhappy looking officer talking about you to two other officers as if you couldn't hear him at all. "A can can't be both plastic and tin, dipshit." You called out, raising the middle finger in his direction.

You didn't like unpleasant people, most people didn't but as you were growing up the family would always encourage you to act nice to people no matter what. As you grew into adulthood that mentality went out the window with a lot of your tolerance levels.

"The fuck you just call me?" He walked over to the holding cell, a hot coffee in his hand and a scour to compliment his posture. "A dipshit, dipshit." You answered with a fake smile and went back to looking at how 'interesting' your shoelaces were. There was a momentary silence, you figured the cop had nothing more to say but it wasn't at all the case.

Unseen by you, Connor had entered the building and saw the small group of cops around your holding cell and came to investigate. "Ah, look who it is, this plastic prick has come in uninvited. To see the freak here, yeah? Since she loves your kind so much." You looked up to see the cop antagonizing Connor, and the Android not having much reaction to it.

You stood up and walked to the transparent wall directly in front of the cop, which you now could identify as Gavin Reed given his name badge. "I think there are more important things to do than to shit on Connor, you're a cop? Go do... cop things, asshole." Your intentions were for the best but you only seemed to rile Gavin up more.

"You hear that everyone, the freak really does love those tin cans." He spoke louder, attracting more than necessary attention. "What are you going to do about it?" He aggravated, he was wanting a reaction - not so much from you - from Connor. "I advise against antagonizing suspects." The android needn't raise his voice nor be stern, he spoke as he did, trying to deter the situation.

"You're hearing this, how does it feel knowing that this plastic asshole sees you as nothing but a suspect. Bet it hurts." Gavin gave one last sneer in your direction before meandering off to his desk. Connor's eyes seemed to scan your face carefully, analyzing any stress caused by the encounter. "That guy is one huge douchebag." You muttered under your breath.

"I apologize if he caused unnecessary stress." He spoke, offering the best an Android could do as a smile. Deviants showed emotion more realistically. "No, don't worry about me, I can handle myself. It's you lot that I worry about." You admitted, and it was true. Androids not yet Deviant tend to avoid conflict as apart of their programming and end up getting into some trouble.

Connor tilted his head slightly, which he seemed to do a lot of when you spoke to him. You were something fresh and new for Androids alike. Kind, generous, selfless, caring. One might even go as far to say that you had something in you that tended to attract Androids, like a moth to a flame. Perhaps it was your exterior in a mixture of your interior qualities that seemed to be the light at the end of the tunnel for most Androids.