Detroit: Become Human - Connor RK800 One Shots

#07 Christmas Special!

So this is going to be a Christmas themed one for you all because I couldn't get my other one out soon enough. I was inspired by the song Last Christmas, because it's such a beautiful song and it's one of the only ones I actually like (I don't own this wonderful song or the edit above either). Also, sorry about the extremely late update, I got caught in school's evil trap and I was uninspired for quite awhile. Sorry if this is a lower quality than usual, I sort of rushed to get it finished. I'll leave the rant for the end. Without further a due, enjoy this one!

(I recommend to play this softly in the background when reading this if you can. If not, that's okay. I'm just trying to create some sort of aesthetic/mood here).

        24th December 2038

        (Y/N)'s POV

        Snow decorated your head and your shoulders as you rushed from your car to your work building. You were wrapped up snugly in your beanie, scarf, finger-less gloves and feather-down jacket. You couldn't be much warmer. When you finally got inside you plonked down on your seat and took off the insulating layers. The DPD was active yet so empty all at once. Most officers were on duty, you knew that from the vacant spaces in the android charging zone. More than half of the human's desks were empty too. They were either on patrol or with their families already, spending Christmas eve with them. You would be too, if your family didn't decide to come down on Christmas day. So there you were, at work, boring over your computer again. All your work was done for the year, unless you were called in for some rogue job. And that hadn't happened yet, so you scrolled through some random news articles. It was all over the news still, androids had gained their right to freedom. 'Good for them', is what you always thought ever since November the eleventh. They had battled long and hard for their freedom, you thought they might as well deserved it. Anyway, you had a deviant as a co-worker and a friend in the workplace. Speaking of him, he was over by his partner, arguing. Were they arguing? You couldn't tell. Connor, once again looked partially reluctant to do something. After deviation you noticed he had become more... human. He had feelings, wasn't so cold towards anyone now. He had choices to make and he could easily say no to things if he pleased. And at that moment, that's what you think he was trying to do. Anderson was pushing him around again and from what you could put together was more of an urge than an act of violent behaviour. You questioned what Anderson was up to, then took the thought back, you'd rather not know. Sometimes innocence was a blessing.

        Connor was cuddling a little envelope close to his chest, one with red and white on it. Another push from the Lieutenant and Connor stumbled forward, but managed to keep the envelope in his possession. The android said something to his superior but it was inaudible from where you were sitting. Connor was clutching the envelope with his hands so tightly the edges of the paper crinkled. Turned out he was heading your way. You avoided eye contact, not wanting to be caught staring at the situation. To distract yourself, you started to doodle Christmassy things on a scrap sheet of paper. Santa hats, Christmas trees, snowflakes, an angel, baby Jesus. Anything to set your mind off staring at the tall android on route to your desk. ETA: Any second now.

        He stood right above you, you could feel his strong presence there and you could smell it. Every time he walked past you got a whiff of pure cleanliness. You smelt it then too and was that cologne? Your eyebrows furrowed, the hell? He's. So. Close. Where's his sense of personal space? You moved your chair at least a metre away to see him properly. His black beanie was low on his head, sitting comfortably on the arch of his brows. His cocoa eyes were darting around the place like someone was preparing to assassinate him. A light blue flushed his cheeks and his hands would not stop moving. Why did he seem so nervous all of a sudden? This wasn't typical Connor fashion. He stuttered the words,