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Words:1039 Game:Detroit:Become Human
__________ You and Connor are stuck in a skinny love. __________
Connor wasn't just jealous. Amongst the ink of his brown eyes there was the raw fury all deviants were expected to possess. Carlo Ortiz, John Phillips... They had met this red, hot emotion with death staring them in the face.
Connor was dangerous.
Over the office of the DPD was you, your hair slicked back into a studious ponytail with a certain Detective leaning over your desk. Connor could practically hear the Android hater and his crude language as his lips pressed against the shell of your ear.
The Android who was intended to end deviance, who even became one himself was finally experiencing an overload of human emotion that even you would fail to comprehend.
His bio-components were clenching, his blue blood was boiling and Hank could only sit back as Connor's LED bled into a furious red. However, Hank found something comical in Connor's first trial of love. Even the human Lieutenant could recall the confusion he encountered as his heart skipped a beat for Jenny Devon, the most popular girl in his high school.
He couldn't help it, he burst out into laughter. His cheeks flushed red under a scratchy beard as Connor whipped his head around with a near mechanical shock to his wires.
"I don't see what's so funny Lieutenant" he spoke, his arms knitting together like a child.
But Connor never got a straight answer in these situations only:
"The wonders of technology".
Which (from his calculations) sounded pretty sarcastic to the two-year-old Android.
"It just seems that detective (L/N) has been bothered by Reed lately, I'm only-",
Once again, he is interrupted by the spitted laughter of his partner.
You turned your head toward Hank's desk then, your hair whipping around with an impatience Connor hadn't witnessed before. Secretly, you had been holding back your staring for quite some time.
While the duo were wrapped up in work, you'd sit there and drink in the new attire sported by the Android recently.
He was experimenting. Finding his thing like a teenager gone rogue.
You admired that. He was deviant and not the typical human man that was currently blocking your view. Each time you subtly arched your body to see the Android, Gavin would block his anxious body with an old, musky leather jacket.
You needed a scape-goat.
"Oh wow! Is that the time?... I should be going" you smiled thinly, spreading your lips apart until in pain.
"Don't you normally stay over time?" Gavin wondered aloud as his eyebrows rose in suspicion. You weren't the greatest liar; but right now you had to be good enough.
"You see I uh- I've um got a lady appointment".
You winced. Probably not the best excuse. What would he be thinking? You flushed red at the thought. But at least attempted to keep it cool.
Immediately, Gavin became awkward. His posture stiffened as you quickly collected your coat and bag and speed-walked toward the exit. Too bad your hair was too greasy to take down because if you could, you would revel in hiding the trace of embarrassment upon your cheeks.
Once you were free from that god-forsaken building with the wind nipping at your nose, you embraced the night and yellow lamp light which filtered through the cold. Your senses focused on the snow crunching under your boots and instinctively you pulled your coat tighter around your torso.
This was the highlight of your job: the walk home.
"Detective (L/N)?" A soothing voice called from the dark. It was rough yet soft, loud with a breath of a whisper, it was Connor's.
Your silly girl crush was ridiculous, you had to admit. An Android of all things? Your dad would be rolling in his grave.
"Oh, Connor... Aren't you going home with Hank?" You questioned with a furrowed brow. Normally, the young Android would follow Hank to his car obediently, even if deviant.
"I saw you running out of the station, I thought I would walk you home, to keep you safe of course",
"Well, that's very noble of you" you smiled to capture the flush of blue immediately colour his cheeks.
Suddenly, deviance was better than before.
As you placed one foot before the other, your eyes trained on the world around you, Connor couldn't help but analyse the way you walked and how your body moved in the motion of movement. His mind went wild with research of romantic gestures until he captured... Intimate images.
"Are you okay? Your whole face is blue" you worried as you placed a hand on his shoulder. It's not like you made the situation better.
"No- Yes!... I'm perfectly fine Detective",
"By the way, you can drop the formalities. You can just call me (Y/N)".
Connor tested it on his tongue. It felt strange but in a good way as he rolled each vowel and consonant from his voice box.
Connor didn't believe it when Hank said he was, quote, "whipped". But right now, without knowing the valid definition Connor knew exactly what it meant.
"Connor-" "(Y/N)...".
You awkwardly sighed at the coincidence.
"(Y/N), I was just wondering if you... If you wanted to go to dinner" he asked with all his Android might, only managing to make you giggle.
Connor couldn't help but panic as his pump regulator suddenly stopped. Did he do something wrong? Were you laughing at him? His LED was stark yellow as he tried to find the mistake.
"But you don't eat, do you?" You asked through a wave of laughter. You found it such a strange date for someone who only drank thirium.
He proceeded to go bright blue.
"No, I meant dinner as in I cook for you... You can always bring a friend, I don't mind, I'll-",
"I would love to go on a date with you. Saturday at seven?" You questioned with rose-tinted cheeks.
"Done".
And as you walked away, you failed to capture the triumphant fist bump Connor made to the sky. He was jumping, twirling, chuckling like the man on the moon. His thirium pump was beating fast and a constant smile plagued his artificial features.
