Nines was outside the DPD, his right hand palm towards the sky, his white chassis being visible.
A familiar voice called him :
- Nines ?
- ...
- NINES ! What the phck are you doing outside the DPD ? When it's this cold ? I've been looking for you for three hours !
The Detective was near him, wearing his padded leather jacket, looking at him angrily.
- Please, excuse me Detective, I was looking at the snowflakes falling and it seems I lost track of time. And for your information, androids can't feel cold, but we can gauge the temperature thanks to the thermoreceptors located mainly inside our hands.
- You were... watching the snow fall ?
The Detective had a doubtful look.
- Yes Detective. I was scanning every snowflakes as they fell and admiring how they formed a pile on the ground. And I wanted to feel the snow on my hand.
- And ? How is it ?
- It is cold.
- Well, of course, dumbass. It's freezing water after all. Anyway, I hope you won't spend another three hours doing that. Fowler is really angry that you're not working.
- I'm going back to work, Detective. Just give me one more minute, please.
- Sure.
As the Detective was about to leave, Nines grabbed his arm, pulling the Detective towards him, leaning for a nice, gentle kiss.
Nines then went back to the DPD, going back to work with a smile, while the Detective stood up in the snow, the face hotter than the hottest coffee he could ever think of.
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December Prompts
CasualeHere are the prompts I wrote for the Dechart Games Creativity December !