Detroit: Become Human; Scenarios

Mini RK900 x Gavin: Don't drop me!

It had a been a week since Conner gave Gavin the mini-series RK900, which he named Conan and they had been getting on relatively well. However, Gavin was starting university soon and couldn't stay at home to make sure that Conan didn't get hurt/damaged in any way.

"Can I help you organise Gavin?" Was the small-voiced request from Conan as he watched his 'caretaker' fix his belongings for his first week of university. Tugging on his trousers when he got no response, Conan pouted and asked the question again. Turning his head, the taller male had finally noticed the android and picked him up, putting him on the desk.

"Go for it tiny-tin, what do you think I need?" The soon-to-be university student replied, standing back and looking over the work he had already completed. The table was relatively tidy and his notebooks were stacked in alphabetical order on the side. Gavin had to thank Connor for his lessons on organising his belongings- then again, he probably wouldn't.

Folding his arms as he wandered around the table, Conan immediately went to analysing the space that was left on the table and how he'd be able to fit the rest of Gavin's things. He spent less than three minutes- perks of being the most recent mini-series android- and had figured how to arranged everything. Nodding to himself, the android waddled over and dragged the folders over into the corner, his feet tapping against the oakwood desk.

"Want some help there tiny-tin?" Gavin teased, watching Conan from his bed while he sipped on a caramel hot chocolate. Smirking when Conan huffed and crossed his arms, he put the drink on the windowsill and stood up.

"This is your  desk, Reed, at least help!" He whined, pouting as he finished putting the folder in the correct position. Looking at the unmoving male in the eye, Conan resorted to puppy eyes to convince him- it worked. Groaning, Gavin sighed and walked over, petting the androids hair and chuckling.

"Alright then tiny, what do we have to move around?" Gavin asked, raising his eyebrow. Tapping his side, Conan took Reed's hand and pulled him over to where the rest of the supplies were.

"These books can go in the drawer," he started, "the post-it notes can go in there too...Oh- and the laptop can go here." He finished, pointing to a space in the centre of the table. Watching Conan explain with an endearing smile, he shook his head rapidly as a blush crept onto his face. His ears red, Gavin followed with what Conan said and put the books, post-its and laptop in the spaces that were left.

Brushing his hands together, Gavin stretched his arms back, his t-shirt lifting to reveal slightly toned abs. Running a hand through his hair, he checked the time- it was getting pretty late.  Picking Conan up, he put the mini-android on the floor. 

"Alright, I'm gonna catch some sleep before I head out tomorrow, you gonna sleep in the living room again or what?" A tired Gavin asked as Conan was leaving the room. Nodding wordlessly, Conan left the room, waddling to his little 'bed' after closing the door behind him. Laying his head down on the miniature bed, making himself comfortable before powering off for the night.

In the morning, Gavin squinted as the light blared through his curtains. Grumbling as he sat up, turned to the side and stood up, Gavin went to open the curtains- there was no point having them closed at 10 in the morning. Freshening up in his bathroom, he trawled to the kitchen and went about making himself a cup of coffee. As the drink was brewing, he caught a glimpse of Conan 'sleeping' in the living room- he looked peaceful. Pouring the drink into his mug, Gavin sipped on it slowly as he walked into the living room space and sat down.

The fumes of coffee were what woke up the android up from his rest and he got up, looking around until he noticed Gavin sitting near him. Sitting up, he shuffled over and took a peek at Reed's expression. 

"Have you slept well, Gavin?"

"Yeah- read me?"

"Very well-" Conan hopped onto the coffee table and took his hands, observing them and running a diagnosis. To satisfy his need for confirmation, he looked the grouchy male in the eye, reading his eye movements. His LED glowing yellow, the RK900 hopped off the table and climbed back onto the couch and crossed his legs, arms resting in his lap.

"What's the verdict, tiny" Gavin asked, finishing the hot drink and walking to the kitchen to put it in the sink. Returning, he bent down, picked up the pint-sized male and draped him over his shoulder. Flailing his arms as he was carried, Conan let out a sigh of relief when he was put down- even if it was just Gavin's shoulder.

"Well, you're healthy and all vital signs seem to be positive. You haven't eaten yet- do you want to go to a cafe to eat breakfast instead?" Conan suggested, still trying to steady himself on the moving adult. Pondering his options, Gavin shrugged and made his way to the door, holding his android in his hand as he put his shoes on. Opening the door, he stopped dead in his tracks- the rain was pouring down and it seemed to have no intention of slowing at all.

"Oh great..! It's fucking raining. Where's  my coat again?" The brunet asked- more so complaining, as he always did.

"Your room- where else would it be Reed?" The android sassed, folding his arms and turning his head to the side. Grumbling, Gavin dangled the android in the air and watched as he flailed his arms and legs.

"Ah- Put-put me down Gavin!" Conan demanded, his LED bright red as he avoided looking at the floor- he was partially afraid of heights and his small stature as no help whatsoever. Laughing, Gavin pretended to drop the android, catching him before he fell past his knee. Watching the android scream as he fell, Gavin couldn't help but laugh.

"You doing alright there tiny?" Reed asked, stifling his laughter further.

"You asshole! Don't drop me!