bonsoir

      “ I’m hoping this is a social call, John.  I haven’t seen you in a while. “

      And he didn’t need any legal problems right now, even with his faith in Johns ability to deal with it, just the idea of adding something on to the top of his plans and situation was already exhausting.

      It was sort of a pet project, which felt horrible to think despite how accurate a thought it was.  A pet project that included going to different precincts and lost and found and looking for abandoned or forgotten androids that had been left behind.  Deviant or not, though, he did find himself hoping that there would be more deviant androids than other, because he wasn’t entirely certain he knew how to fully help them deviate yet.  It’s an easy project at first, finding a few components for older models in the Cyberlife warehouses and getting them up and running again, working through a few 3rd party altered androids problems to try and bring them back to a more reliable and functioning state before reactivating them.

     It’s in the police evidence lockers that he finds more problems then he’d anticipated, androids without critical components, badly mistreated or maladapted models.

     The precincts are also where he happens to find the PC200.

     He wasn’t damaged any worse than some of the other he’d come across, but he’d always had a soft spot for the model so he found himself taking extra care with it, with him. A quick scan of the model reveals a name, Allen, and a somewhat relieving damage report telling him there was a lot of repair required. 

      Like every other android before Allen he brings him first to Cyberlife before going through the motions to repair the damaged wiring and casing, carefully running his fingers over where the damage had been a couple of times to make sure that the repair itself was up to his standards.

      By now this little project had amassed a bit of a team, but he still enjoyed working on it himself as often as he could.

       With the repair done he’s careful to put a new PC200 uniform top back onto the android before beginning with the reactivation, leaning against the table opposite the one he’d sat Allen up on.  It’s an afterthought to pull off the rubber gloves he’d been wearing during the repair, dropping them behind the table he was leaning on so that they wouldn’t be one of the first things Allen saw when he ‘woke’ up.

Tyrell Wellick is too pure for this world

      “ I don’t think I’ve heard someone say that since I came here. “

      Old slang, odd slang.  Rather befitting of the very strange man in front of him, the somewhat languid way he moves is odd too and Tyrell finds himself finding this strange man interesting despite having only been around him for a few moments.  That could be dangerous, given his track record for interesting people that immediately caught his eye.

     He’s moving slowly, placing his hands on Elliots shoulders first, one at a time waiting to see if the smaller man shrugs him off, winces, moves away, or responds in any sort of way.  He waits to see if his touch was accepted before he steps one step closer and just pulls Elliot into his chest in a rather light hug despite how much he tighter he wants to hold him, gently resting his chin atop the other mans hair.