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Conrad looked away, face growing a darker blue by the second as Markus eyed her. She hoped the breast attachments weren’t too noticeable. God knows he’d probably have a field day with it.

“W-Would have been nice to know..” She muttered and took a small sip from her thirium, trying not to be so flustered. Though it was hard for her considering Markus was the biggest flirt on the entire planet.

“I’m sorry, baby. I should have sent a message to tell you.” Markus took a few steps closer and gave a small smile that was meant to be reassuring. “You don’t have to hide this part of yourself from me though.”

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Conrad kept his scowl on his face even as he took his hand, albeit hesitantly. He had half the mind to slap it away and flip him the bird, but he didn’t need to be considered a terrorist for being antagonistic to an android deviant leader. He stood with Markus’ help and dusted himself off, grunting before properly answering.

“I’m fine.” Was his curt response as he looked up at the slightly taller man.

“Now, if you excuse me, I have to head to room 403.” He then walked past him. In the wrong direction.

Well, whoever this RK was, they definitely had an attitude problem. Markus frowned at the curt reply he was given after helping the other man up, but didn’t reply. Instead he watched him walk away quietly. 

Boring fact about me (the mun): I have aphantasia, so basically I can’t mentally visualize things. The phrase ‘picture it in you mind’ is entirely metaphorical for me and is actually really annoying when it’s involved with icebreakers (yes this is why I aggressively disagree with Carl Manfred’s form of teaching art)

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His mouth flopped open and close for a moment, no words coming out. No, this isn’t real. This shit doesn’t happen, especially not to Conrad. His jaw hinged close, brown eyes darting around and struggling to take in the man before him. The green light of the candles added and eerie glow to him, and yet, he still seemed so attractive. It made his head spun.

Though he knew he had to answer soon.

“I-I didn’t... You... How-?” It was desperate and confused. The things buried away in a trunk in the attic wasn’t supposed to work. Never. So why did it? How had this man appeared?

It made Conrad’s head hurt trying to comprehend it.

Patiently waiting for him to find his words, Markus smiled down at the human with his head slightly tilted to the side. The deity couldn’t help but find his confusion a bit amusing. The mortal really hadn’t known what he was doing when he performed the ritual, that much was obvious. 

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Conrad seemed to grimace when Markus talked, worried he’d be too loud. Though he relaxed a touch when he spoke softly, the gentle soothing tone easy on his ears.

“‘S too loud outside...” He muttered before trying to curl up on him again. The android had so many sensory issues it was ridiculous. Who knew a simple bullet through the core unit that acted as his brain could cause so many issues? It was easy to cause him sensory overload, and even worse, melt downs from being overstimulated.

Conrad was content to just curl up and hide right now and not think about how loud the outside world was.

Understanding right away, Markus quieted and let Conrad curl into him again. He slowly leaned back into his seat in a sort of half-laying, half-sitting position so Conrad could relax better against him. Markus’ held the other android closer and placed a gentle kiss to the top of his head while one of his hands trailed down to find Conrad’s. 

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Conrad wasn’t sure what to do. The deviant leader had gone into stasis at the station after a lengthy meeting, and given the fact he’d practically passed out after everyone else had left, he was sort of in the way for any future meetings. Conrad bit his lip, deciding the best option, despite their prior meeting going very poorly, was to carry Markus somewhere private.

He awkwardly through his arm over his shoulder and lifted him from his seat, quietly dragging him towards the old archive room that was no longer in use. Ancient files and paperwork of a more analog time lay inside the ruins, and Conrad had somewhat claimed it for himself, with Fowler’s permission of course. Hence why he even had a small collapsible cot in the room in the first place.

He dumped Markus on the cot as gently as one could with dead weight and looked at him, feeling almost wrong with seeing the other in a vulnerable state. He shed his jacket off and placed it over the other before sitting in a nearby chair, focusing on some paperwork mentally as a form of distraction. 

Markus had been going without stasis for two months now. It was one thing after another, work was hitting him rapid fire and he just didn’t have the time anymore. If it wasn’t a meeting or event, it was paperwork or simply trying to plan things out in his own head and think problems through for a solution. He was wearing himself thin, but he refused to believe it. He was built to go for a long time, he didn’t need to sleep. Or that’s what he told himself. But it seemed that even androids needed their rest eventually, or they would wear down. 

Apparently Markus had reached that point, because after the meeting at the DPD had ended, he sort of just... zoned out. Before he knew it, everything but his basic systems had gone into an emergency shutdown, putting him offline and into stasis to preserve power and build it up again. 

It wasn’t until after Conrad had taken him into the old archive room and he got some rest on the cot there that he started to stir awake and realized just how exhausted he’d been. Markus shifted to his side and saw the other RK android standing in the unfamiliar room with him. He looked down at the jacket draped across his shoulders and tugged it around him a little more snuggly, even after recognizing that it belonged to Conrad. Part of him just wanted to go back to sleep. He even closed his eyes again for a moment.