#fk400

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screech,  ok now we’ll talk abt  @fk400  /  @troublesought  bc i cant NOT,,,,

connor’s been around far too many criminals to know when someone’s attempting to shoplift. he watches the little girl go around the store trying to be sneaky. clearly the man at the register doesn’t give two flying fucks about what’s going on, but connor’s just watching intently. 

that’s when he speaks up as he walks to the register. “ here, i’m getting this & whatever she’s attempting to take right now. just charge it. “ he passes over his credit card to the cashier before locking eyes with the little girl. 

     walking up, he kneels down to her and looks around. “ are you... okay ? i can get you your food and everything, no problem, but-- y’know, i’m a police officer. you can tell me if something’s wrong. “ 

              IT WAS ( deviant ) A CHILD. taking a hold of the hand that belonged to a machine. instinctively, slender extremities curl around the tiny and rather timid grasp pressed to his palm and his gaze GRADUALLY LOWERS, TRIES TO REGISTER BOTH THINGS AT ONCE. such as, why had it touched him? why had it come to him? what was it running from? LED flickers topaz, eyes stuck on the child. ( deviant, connor. )  ❛ model FK400. ❜ uncertainty lies within his vocals, not used to dealing with such models. the FEAR FROM IT is a lot more unsettling, something he can’t PINPOINT nagging at his plastic frame.  ❛ don’t be afraid, my name is connor. what is your name? ❜ a light tone overtakes him and he kneels to be her height, brows pinched in the slightest.

the little girl standing in front of her was a shock to chloe. she never was really around children, especially fellow androids that were made as children. she should know that there was a chance that she would be able to run into one of them. but she was still fascinated, and a sense of almost motherhood overwhelmed the android. even on her first day out in public with elijah’s permission.

    “ are you lost? can i help you find something? “

NIGHT IN THE WOODS → SENTENCE STARTERS

    ▲. ❛ some would say that admitting your FEAR is a very BRAVE thing. ❜ brown hues shift from ginger locks to the city below. legs dangling at the edge of DETROIT TOWER where they’re settled admiring the bright lights and cityscape. the midnight breeze is cool against the surface of his exoskeleton and he lets his tie loose, ready to rest after a long day of traversing the streets of downtown Detroit.

    what irony really, but heights are far from the list of things that makes the thirium in his system —- as the saying goes: ‘ run cold ’ with the unwavering anticipation of facing encounters that could be considered far worse. yet despite being apprehensive, the children of FOXHOLE motivates him more often than not. the community his small friend has built deserving of praise and recognition. he didn’t think of her any less once enabling herself to be vulnerable in his company, choosing to see strength in her actions instead.

    ❛ i think OSCAR agrees with me. ❜ revealing the rabbit that was lost and had been safely tucked away in his coat upon location, gloved fingers proceed to return the treasured toy with a gentle smile forming on his features. ❛ but i’m scared too. ❜

it’s an odd thing. deviants. something that hank doesn’t care to wrap his heads around because god damn if he doesn’t hate the fucking whole ‘android race’ - if you could even call it a race. but this is different. a bunch of rogue kid androids squatting in an abandoned house? who cared? hank sure didn’t. let bygones be bygones, or whatever that saying was. ( did that even make sense ? he wasn’t positive. ) 

         the whole raid of the place seemed excessive, but at the same time -- it made more subjects to question on the sense of deviancy. as he stepped into the interrogation room, he glanced at the girl. robot. ANDROID. FRISK was what it seemed to go by. 

shit. they really did make them look like kids. great. “ so, uh.. “ he paused, glancing at the one way mirror. “ mind tellin’ us exactly how long you were in that buildin’ for, kid ? “