ANIMUS_HR_8.5

“Guess it’s finally time to just settle down.”

@eyesintheshadows

“Ah, that sort of day? How interesting.”

@eyesintheshadows

The android kept a firm hold of his cup of coffee before giving a small smile to Joe.

Riley looked right at her for a few dumb founded seconds before rushing after her and going to grab the back of her shirt. “Hey! You little-!” He shout. “COME HERE.”

     Mr. S͞cr͢at͡c̛h hums at the answer he got. As far as he sees it– it wasn’t a yes, however, the sentiment of enjoying one’s work due to the personal reward was something that hit close to home. The Herald also liked what he did due to what he could get away with… Pretending to be the writer was always fun.

      ❝Right, I see.❞ He speaks, eventually, but then a question addressed to him comes and he turns his head, thinks. ❝Yes and no. It depends on how you look at it.❞ He’s satisfied with that, it was and wasn’t the truth all at once. So he thinks of another question. ❝Okay, but how come you’re here to begin with? I was hoping for a hideout, yet, I’m not alone here.❞

“I was hoping for one too...”

Andy didn’t say that out loud, though his annoyed expression was evident on his face more so if it was even there in the first place. He closed his eyes briefly, sending a message to the other mobile units to stay away for the time being. If this man was just a rather unlucky civilian, he can quickly get them out of here and make them forget about this place.

Should they be a Templar, then he already knew the protocol should he be captured.

     ❝No, not commonly– but it’s fun from time to time. But I’m not a thief if that’s what you’re wondering.❞ He grins, wide and uncomfortably– truly, a repulsive sight. The Herald watches the other for a split second, then flops down on the nearest soft surface, getting comfortable. 

     ❝I suppose we could play twenty questions all night. Okay, my turn– do you enjoy it here?❞ He locks eyes with Andy, trying to intimidate, surely. But most likely it wasn’t working.   

"Enjoy?"

The word was still foreign to him. Did he enjoy work that he was programmed to do anyways? He had taken a few seconds to answer.

"I believe the personal rewards from my job is enough to be enjoyable."

The android watched his movements while she sat on the edge of the table. She feigned a relaxed stance, but she was ready to fight if the need for it arose.