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@loosecannon-justice​ asked “I can’t breathe.” [[leo]]

prompt list i. ♡

concern & upset. “I can’t breathe.”

“Can you look at me Leo? Just focus on me please” Sixty said, leaning on scraps of negotiation programming to stay calm “Match my breathing” Taking measured breaths, deliberately telegraphing them so it was easier for the human in front of him to see the motions. He hadn’t been in the room when Leo called out.

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they made him hot and for what? to end me [from Leo bc he a weak gay

“I’m sure if you put in a complaint Cyberlife would be more than happy to pay for your funeral” Sixty answered before breaking down into a fit of giggles “I can try to make myself less hot if you want?” he offered still smiling.

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Continued from here: @unstable-androids

“Yeah, why do you think he’s my ex now?” Leo scowled.

This whole thing was Leo’s fault. If only he had just told Dylan to fuck off instead of pretending to have found someone better that he could have ever been. Then, he had to frantically find someone who could possibly piss off his ex enough but not too much that he would throw hands. Luckily, an android seemed to have been at the bar alone. Leo had never dated an android before, mostly due to his past prejudice, but he thinks that he would be open to it now.

“Dylan is manipulative and encouraged my…addiction…” Leo hated bringing up his drug problem to random people, but Dylan might bring it up just to make Leo look bad.

Of the possibilities he’d considered for the evening, Sixty hadn’t considered having his arm around a near strangers waist like this. Maybe it was a trait of his series to seek out humans with unhealthy habits, but really the sample size was too small to draw any meaningful conclusions. Either way when Leo Manfred latched onto him, he found himself playing along becoming the picture perfect boyfriend easily.

His facial recognition was certainly earning it’s processor space tonight, having already made sure there was no fumbling for names, and providing details on not just Leo, but his ex as well. Pressing a freshly ordered glass of water into Leo’s hands he commented “So he’s even worse than a dick” manipulation was a particularly sore spot for the RK800, having both been manipulated, and having manipulated others in the past. Keeping an eye on said ex, he considered the possibilities, and Leo’s safety “I didn’t have anything else planned for my night, and my place as room” if Dylan disliked the idea of Leo leaving to the point where he had placed his bets on the whims of a stranger, he might not accept the change without a fight.