Rk1000 (Conkus) (Connor x Markus)

*mentally screaming*

CHAPT. 4

"Are you ready?"

     Connor felt his face heat up at the words, and mentally cursed himself, unfortunately not knowing why those words made him flustered. He anxiously nodded his head.

"However, It's gonna feel really wet, because we are jumping into the lake."

( r e a l l y   w e t )

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°  )

(I'm sorry)

(not)

     "I-I'm ready, M-Markus.." He muttered. They walked to the very edge of the hole and Markus jumped, pulling Connor with him and holding him close against himself. Connor's arms wrapped around his neck, and his legs around Markus' waist, as if he was hanging on for dear life. Suddenly, freezing water surrounded their bodies and Connor shivered and held on tighter. Markus swam them back to shore, Connor still holding on tight, shaking.

     After what felt like hours, although just minutes, they had finally reached their assumed destination. Connor was extremely embarrassed at the face that he had been in the tight grasp of someone's strong arms. He immediately apologized after he let go.

     "I-I'm sorry, Markus. I'm acting immature and it is invalid of me to act like such..." He lowered his head to have his chin meet his chassis.

     Connor had felt so... Disembodied, like he wasn't in his usual norm. He felt weak, vulnerable, emotional, and copious amounts of anziety and fear. He involuntarily let his guard down, and now he put himself in a state that is completely irreversible. Cyberlife was surely going to deactivate him once his software status has been reported, by his own computer program itself. Who seems like a personal firewall to prevent instability. Unfortunately known as Amanda. Even before deviancy, he had grown to hold a somewhat distaste for 'her'.

(ur still a bitch Amanda)

(u too Seyberleaf)

     Markus took note of this, and lightly chuckled. He clasped his hand over Connor's shoulder, which unintentionally made the brunette jump and let out a quiet yelp, LED, hidden under the fabric of the hat and his curly, disordered brown locks, had spun red, with narrow flicks of red and orange.

"Sorry. C'mon, Con. Let's go see the others." He smiled softly when the brunette looked up, brows furrowing.

"B-but... What will they think of me...? M-Markus, I-I'm scared..." He looked back down.

     'Oh, the way he says my name- No! Markus stop thinking about that right now!' He yet again had an argument in his own head, stressing whether he should think about the brunette like that. Especially right now.

     He settled on what's more important, and that is to make sure everyone is safe, which also includes the man that he is confusingly developing feelings for. He has to get him to the others, and he has to express the situation, which means explaining why the hell Jericho was suddenly discovered, and he knows damn well that this is not going to go hand-in-hand, especially with Connor's state.

(no shit Sherlock)

     He took in a deep breath, held it for a moment, and slowly let it free. He walked through the opening and maneuvered his way through the crowd, holding tightly onto Connor's quivering arm.

     They soon found their way to a corner of the building, with an elevated section of flooring, commonly known as a stage, stand, or platform. Markus pulled Connor to the side of it and both sat on the strewn crates. Connor pulled his knees up to his chest and threw his head down, embarrassed.

(Okay, I'm gonna be honest. I am really horrible at writing anything even remotely related to public or semi-political speaking, so it's gonna be really trashy and for your guys' sake and for my own dignity, I'm just gonna fill it out with the good ol' fancy time-skip, so please be aware of that and if you want to complain, then go ahead and go willy-nilly in the comments because I could care less (I do care about your opinion so please express yourselves I'll be gratefull for anything you give me after all I am inferior compared to you all pls don't slapp me))