I'm Not Alive.

OH, HE WAS REPLYING to him. it wasn’t that it threw lucas off, but it was more than – he didn’t expect to get to talk to him so soon. during the ( honestly, rare ) phone calls between himself and his brother – he had mentioned an android detective. luke already knew about the RK800 by then. with all the murders happening, he had made it his new investigation – and while cyberlife kept their shit under lock and key, he had been in the game long enough to figure out who exactly was pissing gavin off so badly.                                 ( not that it was hard to piss gav off. ) THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT a detective android that had sparked luke’s fancy. made him interested. seeing it in the flesh ( was that … the right word? ) was something else. he really looked like he naturally blended in. fantastic.  “sorry,” he admitted his apology with ease. wiping the hand off he’d been using to hold his pen, he held it out for a shake. part of his brain reminded him that he wasn’t supposed to be here, and striking up a conversation was COUNTER PRODUCTIVE – but he was doing it anyway, logic be damned. “lucas reed, i’m with the press. i think you know my baby brother?”

——- Connor looked down at Lucas’ hand, then took it. Shaking it to be polite, ❝ I didn’t think the press was allowed behind police lines. ❞ he replies, Connor having a bit of disapproval in his expression, but he tried to be nice and look less annoyed with the fact that the DPD Androids had messed up. They really needed to upgrade them with better facial recognition.

       ❝ We’re acquainted. ❞ he replies, shaking Lucas’ hand and smiling a him softly, ❝ Is there something I can help you with ? I don’t believe you are supposed to be here. ❞ He looked around, looking back to Lucas, ❝ This isn’t a good place to talk either, mind following me outside ? ❞

HE KNEW WHO HE was, everyone seemed to know who he was. but luke knew through more than just second hand news stories – he knew because he was interested. and maybe he didn’t belong where he was ( a press badge only got you so far, but it was pretty east sometimes when people were dumb enough to not look closely at him. )  “excuse me – ” he didn’t reach out to touch him, but instead the EXTENDED reach of his hand was executed in a wave. the grin plastered across his face hopefully came off more friendly than excited. “you’re … connor, right?” manners escaped him, as he forgot introducing yourself on first greeting was POLITE. 

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——- Connor was knelt down, inspecting some evidence left on the ground. Fingers reaching out and picking up some of the wet residue, then placed against his tongue for analysis. Something he was doing while Lieutenant Anderson’s back was turned, if only to save the poor man some sanity.       He stood, starting to walk away to go inspect something else when he heard someone call out to him, Connor turning. Confusion in his eyes for a moment, LED dancing between colors. Detective Reed? No, Detective Reed never smiled like this.

     Connor tried to process, facial recognition picking up the subtle differences. Not Detective Reed, yet likely not meant to be here.          ❝ I am. ❞ he replies back, face somewhat stoic as he raised an eyebrow, tilting his head towards the other, ❝ Who might you be, though ? ❞ he questioned.

me, sniping myself from three buildings away before i have time to type ‘hey what if fnaf au tho’ onto tumblr dot com: the deed has been done.

* (  LEGACIES // ❛ I’m pretty sure that was your fault. ❜ @phckyou​

——- This wasn’t a disaster, however, it wasn’t ideal that their witness had just destroyed itself in front of them. Connor confused and rather disturbed over it, over the this new information on the case he had gotten from this interrogation.       He walked out of the room, going to the bathroom to wash off the thirium that had gotten on his hands. Taking a paper towel to wipe at wherever else it has splattered, ignoring it when the door opened. Not looking up when Gavin came in and spoke to him.          ❝ It wasn’t anyone’s fault, detective. ❞ he replied, fixing his tie. Noting the stain on his shirt, he’d retrieve a new one later tonight. Hopefully, it would wash out of this one just fine though, ❝ Deviants are unpredictable, I warned of the possibility that it might do that. ❞

                he’s trimmed his beard, and gotten his hair trimmed. dare it be said, the dusty lieutenant was looking a little dapper that morning. and he’s in before noon, to boot. he saunters to his desk, only to feel prying eyes…

               “the fuck are you staring at?”

——- In Connor’s estimations on how likely it was Hank would take his advice, he figured there as only maybe a 35% chance the other wouldn’t blow him off. Connor had done a significant amount of research on the human psychology of loss and the mental stress that came with it.         Studies showed that improving ones outward appearance was a step in improving their mood. It was not going to fix everything, but feeling ones best is important, at least that’s what he read.

           ❝ Nothing, lieutenant. ❞ Connor replied quietly, although he could not stop the smile on his face, ❝ You look very nice, I’m glad you decided to go. ❞

@softwareinstable· said: ❛ You seem morally inclined enough to do something stupid. ❜   sentence prompts. | accepting.

IF HE WAS A machine, it could be said that it took him a moment to process that. but he wasn’t. he was a flesh and blood human, and he didn’t process anything. “that’s fucking stupid, i make bad decisions regardless of my moral compass.” a pause followed the words as he seemed to weigh them in his head ( no processing, good old fashioned terrible thoughts ). his brow wrinkled. “wait, fuck. fuck you.”

——- Connor would have laughed, he wanted to laugh, but he didn’t. It wouldn’t be fitting, so a subtle smirk and clear delight in his eyes as he watched Gavin go through the mental gymnastics of understanding what was just said. He didn’t think Gavin dumb, though clearly he was not gifted with great insight.                  ❝ I’m glad we are in agreement that your decision making is questionable, detective. ❞ Connor replied, folding his hands, ❝ Studies show that self realization is one of the key steps and bettering yourself as a human-being. ❞

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