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@glaiveofruin said: @chloemodelrt600
Chloe (?) : "Your mouth say obviously, your face says eff off."
“I’m sorry my face was apparently programmed to have resting bitch face?” He stated confused, maybe that’s why he felt no one seemed to like him.
@chloemodelrt600 said:
"Detective Reed. A family gifted me with a box of doughnuts. Would you like to have them?"
Gavin narrowed his eyes suspiciously. It wasn’t every day an android offered him some doughnuts for no discernible reason... and he didn’t make a habit of accepting food or drinks without knowing someone. Not because he was suspicious they’d roofie his ass, but because they literally had no reason to give him shit and could give it to someone else.
“Why would you wanna give ‘em to me?”
"Happy Mothers day." -Chloe
" Chloe, I'm not a mother. "
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Connor couldn’t help but laugh, this was the most talkative he’d see the other model.
“True, but isn’t that were a deviant hunter like myself belongs?” His voice held a teasing tone, “Not much of one now though. Being a deviant myself and all.”
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“Don’t you feel jealous with all the other Chloes Kamski has? You’re basically just one of many; that doesn’t really sound nice to me.”
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He had known that the woman wasn’t part of the DPD, the Captain had never seen an RK800 that was this short, nor with long blonde hair or, well, female. But he couldn’t help his amusement filtering into his voice when he had spoken to the woman, suggesting a good smack with a phone book.
The comment about talking to his superior causes Allen to let out a soft bout of laughter. “Sure, go ahead” Allen wasn’t exactly afraid of any misdemeanour he might get from his bosses for suggesting a little.
Allen wasn’t exactly on duty right now either, he had just been out walking his dogs when he had seen the other almost been stolen from. Since the revolution ended it was much harder to tell who was an Android and who wasn’t and since he was part of the Police Department, it was still in his job description to help those who needed it even if he wasn’t working then and there.
“But are you alright? I can chase down that person if you want to charge them with attempted theft”
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“Hello, Chloe.”
The greeting was low, and held a wealth of emotion that reached back years, dredging up faint flickers of memory. Markus didn’t recall much from his creation. Diagnostic samplings and vague, sightless operating tests made up a majority of the data buzzing through his memory banks when he reached back, long before he was anything that resembled himself. Machines didn’t forget, but they did prioritize, and there was little of importance stored that far back. Yet, tucked beneath the test processes and audio samples from his activation, were snatches.
She was there. She had been there.
“It’s been a long time.”
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chloemodelrt600:
She knew personifying androids was stupid. They weren’t human and therefore they did not have basic human needs. But rA9 be damned, he looked so lonely just standing there. She leant against him in a sign of comfort or solidarity. Humans were so touch starved.
She interanally berated which ever designer thought androids need to be taller. His arm over just reminded her how small and delicate she was made to look.
Did not stop her getting closer to him. “I have far less sensitive biocomponents than you.”
“I somehow doubt that.” He laughed a bit nervously. He was built to be sturdy, and survive thing that Cyberlife had hoped Deviants could not. In short, he’d been militarized. That was one of his key selling point to the department of state.
“Is something wrong, though?” He pressed the issue, simply not knowing why she had come up to him, or what he was supposed to do about it. He was new, and a bit caught off guard by any form of affection now that feelings had replaced protocol.
