Deviants (RK1700 SHIP)

Chapter 8

Connor steps foot inside of the department once again. His android jacket glowing and a happy smile equipped. He holds a small box of chocolates for Gavin for an apology gift. He is greeted by the same female android at the help desk, who he calls Alexa, and smiles.

"Good Morning Alexa."

"Good morning Connor. Who're those for?"

She asks, pointing to the chocolates, "Are they for Lieutenant Anderson?"

Connor shakes his head. "Nope. They are for Gavin.."

Alexa nods and asks Connor to give her his identification card. Connor nods and hands over his card, as someone creeps up behind him.

"Are those for me?"

"Oh, my rA9!"

Connor yelps, turning around to see Conan smiling behind him. His face cold with a slight hint of emotion, only visible by his small smile; If you can call it one.

"Did I scare you?" He chuckles lightly, patting Connor on the back. "I'm sorry. Didn't know I'd frighten you."

Connor blushes a little from embarrassment and laughs a little.

"What are you talking about? You can't eat." Connor smiles.

Conan looks back with a monotone face and rolls his eyes. "I guess my sarcasm doesn't affect you Mr. Eights."

Connor sighs, knowing he can't talk back to him and walks through the front doors, Conan at his heels. He walks over to his office, where Hank is finally here after all of his sick days.

"Good afternoon Detective Reed." Connor warmly says as Conan walks over. Connor sets the heart-shaped box on Gavin's desk, which catches Gavin's eye.

"What are those for?" He grumbles, raising an eyebrow.

"Since I feel bad for breaking your nose, I thought you'd like some chocolate."

Gavin sighs and takes the box reluctantly, not wanting to hurt his android's 'precious heart.'

"Fuck off prick," Gavin mutters, which is what Connor does. He sits down at his desk with HAnk across from him.

"You did read up on the case, right?" Connor asks, twirling his coin on his finger.

Hank nods a slow nod and continues to type up something on his computer. Connor frowns and puts his coin away. Trying to keep his mind off Conan, He cleans his desk, waters his plants, and neatens Hank's desk. Hank grumbles, pissed off and grabs Connor's tie, pulling him forward.

"Why are you so antsy? I've never seen you this nit-picky about our desks since you came here from CyberLife for the first time."

Connor's LED flashes a couple of times, which of course catches Hank's eye before he asks the same question, yet sterner.

"Is there like a program in your head that is making you a perfectionist?"
"...No! No," Connor replies, trying to back away from Hank's desk but is held by Hank's strong grip. "I'm just..stressed. That's all."

Hank looks over to Conan, who is looking angrily at Hank. He figures that any second he will come over, demanding him to let go of Connor since that can be a negative impact on Hank's resume, even though he doesn't give a shit about it. He lets go with Connor and grumbles, "Fucking androids..."

Connor straightens his tie and sits down at his desk. He glances over to Conan, who is, of course, having his fake face on with his cold eyes. Sometimes, Connor wishes he could be so serious.