#v; android

He can only describe this odd sensation as nerves. It’s the only logical conclusion he can come to, gauging his increased heart rate, the tingle down his spine, and the hesitance he feels to meet this ‘technician.’

Dean is his name - the very first Winchester model. He is apparently very special, very expensive, as the creators say. He is the first Winchester model, and the Winchester model is the first of it’s kind. He is the only one in existence, and not even his creators know about all of his moving parts.

No one does. Except this technician - or, they will know soon enough. The thought of being studied by another pair of human eyes makes him uncomfortable, but he understands the need.

So yes, he hesitates when he’s faced with his technician. His hand is outstretched politely, but it takes him a few extra moments to look up at the man. The first thing he notes is a friendly face - and thank goodness for that, Dean can use some friendly after dealing with the pestering developers.

things that you want to hear. @wasscared​​ said: ❝ what do you need... from me? ❞ (for riley? ASL, obviously)

She stared at Jemma laying in a hospital bed, hooked up to tubes and wires, machines that helped her to breathe while she was in the medically-induced coma. She looked so terribly broken and Riley couldn’t fix it. She was at a loss. Why would anyone do this to another person? A part of her could understand it happening to an android, given the tensions that were still between the two kinds, but this...this was something else.

She thought she heard something close by, but it could have been her imagination. She was alone, after all. Aside from the occasional bird fluttering by or some other little animal, 

The park was all too familiar, a place that she had visited several times in her life. Her uncle lived in a house somewhere in the general area, but Marron was confident in the fact that them meeting would be highly unlikely. She was untraceable now, save for just being seen by a passerby. Besides, surely he and everyone else would have give up on searching for her by now.

Whatever. If someone spotted her then she could be gone within seconds. Flying still wasn't one of her favorite things, but if it meant escaping a witness then she would do it.

Perhaps she just came here to have some sense of normalcy. It had been so long since Marron had been around anything that resembled her former life.