Thirium Heart//Reed900

Chapter Nines

I knocked on his door gently.

"Detective Reed, are you in there?" There was no response. I knocked with more urgency. "Detective Reed!" He opened the door. His green-gray eyes were bleary, heavy bags hanging under them.

"The phck you think you're doing, tin can! The neighbors are gonna talk," he quickly pulled me inside by the collar. He ran his hand through his messy brown locks. His clothes were extremely ruffled and and wrinkled. We stood awkwardly in the foyer.

"So, why are you here, fancy Roomba? To cause rumors to run rampany through my neighborhood?" He sneered, stepping away from me and sitting down heavily on his couch.

"Officer Cheng recommended that I come ensure that you are in good health," I said, sitting next to him.

GAVIN'S P.O.V.

"So Tina sent you, huh?" I said, scooting away from him. Does he need to sit so close?

"Isn't that what I had just said, Detective?"

"No shit, dipshit. Why the phck did she send you?" I asked, knowing full well why she sent the tin can. I had been up and down all night after my nightmare, my only comfort being the devilish lightbulb's jacket. Once I had actually settled into a comfortable position in bed, I decided to text Tina about the day's events. She enthused with me about him. I dosed on and off, and our conversation divulged into us just sending each other obscure memes. Until around 8 am, where her texts quickly converted to shaky and quick. She hurriedly explained that the giant washing machine had thrown himself into a LIVE hostage situation, and hadn't come out yet. And he hadn't come out for at least four hours.

I had had multiple anxiety attacks, before Tina finally texted back, 'He's fine, and Hank's got a couple new pets. Don't worry, I roughed him up a little for you. :)' She really is my best friend. Just remembering the event filled me with rage.

"She sent me to ensure that you were okay, as I said before," he snapped. I got up off the couch, and paced around the room. The mechanical poodle got up right after me, giving me a concerned look. I took the opportunity to punch the toaster right in the face. He snapped right back to looking at me, and I punched him with even more force, opening up a small cut on his cheekbone. He didn't move, so I repeatedly struck him in in the stomach. He shuddered slightly as I hit his thirium pump. He wiped the line of blue blood that poured from his cheek, and actually chuckled.

"I didn't think that a fucking machine would be this easy to beat up," I grunted, swiftly kicking him in the shins.

"She also told me that you were going to be extremely mad at me." I lunged at him once more, but this time he caught my fist before it could connect with his face again. He gave it a sharp twist, and I cried out in pain.

"Did you just phcking break my wrist?!" I yelped, cradling my injured hand. The pain shot through my entire hand, and tears began to form in my eyes.

"I haven't broken your wrist, Detective. I have only torn the scapholunate ligament," he said, almost sweetly.

"And WHY did you do that, dipshit?!"

"You had said, 'I didn't think that a fucking machine would be this easy to beat up.'" He used an exact recording of my voice. "I had been letting you take out your anger and aggression on me, but then you implied I was weak. I could not let that be played off."

"You're just a phcking android! Why do you care about reputation?"

"Just like you, Detective, I have an image to uphold. I'm supposed to be a terrifying, intimidating machine. What would people think if I had soften for a human? And not just any human, Gavin-fucking-Reed?" He turned to leave, but his hand waivered as he gripped the door handle. "I had come over because I wanted to make sure you were okay, Detective." He whispered it so quietly, I wasn't sure that he had even said anything. He shook his head dismissively before giving me one more hard glare and leaving. (OoOoH ~angst~ how spooky)