"read my motherfuckin' lips: don't you /ever/ do that again." you asked for this
Set sometime when RK900 is deviant and doing shit, maverick shit. Shit that maybe makes it dangerous for Reed to be around him. Shit that i haven’t thought through yet, or maybe its during a mission. Point is, its is a vague point in time and its a dire situation and RK900 keeps Gavin safe….in his own way. / @addicktcop
Reedstressed abhorrence in every syllable and 900 cocked his head after abeat.
“Youfuck your mother with those lips?”
Sucha salacious question bore witness to furl of wrinkled skin andshadows that sieged his brows. An obstruction of the Detective’sthoughts as emotion flooded his face. It was like witnessing theforce of water unleashing behind an exploding dam.
Simply….mesmerizing.
Itwas also within that moment, an idea sprung and before his chargecould get a chance, he apologized. Not for the comment. No, thecomment had made for a clever, inadvertent, distraction. Theapology was for the pressure point he struck on his neck thatrendered Reed slack in his arms.
Scoopinghim up beneath the crook of his knees, the android hefted him up and turned hisattention towards the dumpster, recently emptied but wafting with a cesspool of particles. The perfect safety net.
Noone would think to look there nor dare to. He could count on the delicacy of humans and their need to possess a healthy hygiene. So, ever so carefully, the android dropped him in. Manufactured strength granting him the feat and closed the lid.
He’d hear it later. Maybe he’d even have a gun pulled on his head, but RK900 didn’t care. Gavin was out sight and in a dumpster for safe keeping.