Heart of Ice

Kitten

Conan quietly followed behind the detective until he finally reached his home. It was pretty big and had a garden behind it. The android could detect a sudden movement at the tip of his eye in the garden, but it was too little to let him run an analysis.

Gavin sunk behind the doors of the house before RK900 could.

Knocking would have a risk of being unanswered or rejected. If something is moving in the garden it might mean the garden doors are open.

Conan ran behind the house and jumped onto the fence, clinging to it firmly before making a sudden jump onto the other side of the garden with quite the amount of flowers.

He almost squawked when he saw two balls of fluff approach him, mewling sweetly. The android curiously bent down and moved his fingers up in the air. The two small cats jumped to catch his fingers with their tiny paws. Soon a third kitten investigated the scene curiously.

Software instability.

The first cat to run up to his hand after playing was a black and white tom cat with green eyes who jumped into Conan's hand, begging for a scratch. The android gently scratched him behind the ear and his inhumanly good vision caught the writing on his dark green collar.

Milk. If lost, return to Ga (auto-prediction: Gavin Reed)

The rest was hidden behind his neck and Conan was unable to decipher it.

"Milk! Ruby! Daffodil! Ginger! Starfish!" The cats suddenly ran away from the android towards the noise. Conan turned his head when he heard Gavin's voice. The doors between the balcony and the house were now open, Reed standing out of them, petting and scratching every bit of fur he could reach.

He suddenly noticed Conan and paused with everything he was currently doing. The cats looked surprised to why the pampering has stopped.
"What the fuck are you doing here!?"
"I changed your invitation date from yesterday to today."
"I didn't invite you!"
"Would you like me to play a voice clip of you doing so?" Conan was already preparing it just in case.
"Look, how do you even know I'm free today?"
"I checked your schedule."
"How come you have access to..." "I promise I won't cause any harm! Continue doing what you were doing."

The detective mumbled something underneath his breath before walking back to his house, followed by an army of paws and Conan.

All the cats gathered around as Gavin poured cat food into the large bowls on the ground and before he even finished, they were all munching on it.

"Uhh Conan?" The android blinked and turned to Gavin, who was giving him an odd look. "Have you never seen a cat before?" He asked, sarcastically, but RK900 took it seriously.
"Never." He replied, turning his gaze back to the animals with fascination. "The day I met you I was created. I didn't know anything before." Gavin seemed impressed.
"So you come out of the factory and you're ready to kick ass straight away? Without even knowing what a cat looks like?"
"You can put it that way... though I look up a lot of keywords simultaneously online to gain new information. I quickly found out what a cat looks, sounds and acts like although I never actually got to experience being near a cat."

Gavin sighed and went to sit on a large couch. He shook his head as if to rid himself of a thought. The detective looked reluctantly at Conan as he sat next to him on the sofa, making sure to keep a distance between them so that his partner wouldn't feel uncomfortable. He turned on the TV and began watching a comedy that he didn't seem to get any entertainment from.

Gavin yawned as his eyelids began to fall down over his sleepy eyes. Conan lowered his defenses to make his body slightly more vulnerable but also softer and moved closer to his partner, whose head slowly dropped down onto the android.

By now, Gavin was snoozing against Conan's shoulder, breathing lightly. Standing up would only anger the detective, so RK900 made a different decision. He moved his arm behind the man's neck, reached his fingers into Gavin's hair and began to stroke his dark locks gently. They were actually very clean, the android's sensors could detect traces of vanilla shampoo.

Gavin washed his hair at 7:14:45 in the morning.

Gavin wasn't asleep now, though he pretended to be, most likely hoping for his movements to look unconscious.

Is he trying to fool me or himself?

The detective pressed his head closer into Conan's hand, just like Milk did before.

Software instability.

Reed's actions made Conan's system a little fuzzy. But the android let it go and continued to scratch his head, twirling around some of the detective's hair on his finger once in a while. Gavin mumbled a faint sound of pleasure.

This was rather entertaining, stroking the detective's head differently and receiving different reactions from him. Sometimes he scratched him behind the ear, sometimes right above his neck and whatever sound Gavin made, his expression always looked satisfied.

After a moment, the detective stopped pretending and actually fell asleep. His body fell onto the android like onto a large pillow and he began to snore quietly. Conan sighed.

Priorities over pleasures.

The RK900 let him rest like that for a few minutes before slowly standing up, gently lifting Gavin off the couch bride style and laying the man on his bed. He took Reed's shoes and jacket off and lightly shook the detective's shoulder.

"Come on, get changed to bed. I'll be going back to the DPD."
"I don't need instructions from a plastic asshole..." he muttered.
"Detective, I will not hesitate to..." "Alright, you win!" Gavin groaned and stood up from the bed, helping himself up by pushing his hand against the android.
"Goodnight, detective Reed." Conan gave him a final glance before walking out of Gavin's bedroom and soon leaving his home as well.

Sleep well.