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Connor: Here's a solution.

                       “Ho ho ho! Nice try, Connor. Thought you could                                          slip one past the Big Guy, huh? Naughty.“

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Admittedly, he’s surprised. If he thought the next reply from that sassy little mouth would be something of minor insubordination, then he’d have probably just left the room himself. 

Arguing with an android was not something he ever thought he’d be doing. Winter didn’t count.

“Oh?” He questions, eyebrow raising with growing curiosity, “an’ here I thought y’were supposed t’listen to me.”

It’s added if only for affect; to gauge his reaction: a long and drawn out, “iiiiinteresting.”

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The statement does have Connor faltering, but only slightly. The amusement is wiped off his face instantly, and instead he furrows his brow a bit to stare the other down. He did have a bit of sass in his code, but he hadn’t ever really thought anything of it. Merely, he chalked it up to his programming. Something that made him more appealing to humans. But... unfortunately, Rumlow was correct, and although Connor recognized the tease in the other’s tone, the android did turn away from him after a moment to stare at the table instead.

He’s never gonna get used to this and he knows it. Why not just lay all the cards down while he’s still got the chance? Call it a day? Call it quits, even? When exactly did he even sign up for this in the first place? 

“Yea, y’said that before.” Maybe he shouldn’t be so aggressive with the boy, er, ANDROID. He’s a fuckin’ robot; it was hard sometimes to remember that. 

“Just … turn ‘round or somethin’. I ain’t need t’watch ya.”

Brock could easily do the same, but pointing fingers is one of his specialties don’t you know?

The irritation is obvious in Rumlow’s tone, but Connor isn’t offended by it. How could he be? Machines don’t feel. He had told Rumlow this a couple times, and he was positive that the man across the room knew this without having to be told. He wasn’t against androids, as he had found, but he didn’t seem particularly for androids either. It was a strange in-between that Connor was going to have to adapt to, but he had done so before in the past. What was one more human to sway?

a random thing for u @not-deviant

     “Hey, would y’mind doin’ that somewhere else? Or maybe just don’t stare at me like that while you’re doin’ it.”

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Connor pauses, index and middle finger hovering no more than an inch away from his parted lips; tongue, which had previously been touching said fingers, poking out just barely between his lips in display of being caught off guard. With a tilt of his head, amusement touches his features just-so before he finally takes a simulated breath.