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[compatipulse]

deviantleadr replied to your post: anyways i take it back im blocking wyll....

but it’s true

[700rk-blog]

“My clothes look better on you than they do on me.”

        “ i couldn’t agree more, “ he had already dragged himself out of bed & had been quick to scoop up a few stray particles of clothing from the floor. he had discarded most of them, save for markus’ jacket… he had thrown it on rather unceremoniously, the garment being several sizes too big for him. he had been examining himself closely in an old mirror — it was covered in grime & broken in several places, but he didn’t necessarily mind. they had taken to meeting in a room on the freighter & disappearing for a few hours leaving people to gossip about why the two were gone. 

he’s still rather pleased with himself & it’s clear from the energy that danced so brightly in his eyes. he had wrapped the jacket around him for some level of modesty — not that he was necessarily shy. he didn’t need to be shy — it wasn’t like there was anything he needed to hide from markus. hell, he doubted there was anything he could hide from him… markus knew him in a way that no one else did & basil wouldn’t even pretend to think otherwise. basil trusted him, with his everything. 

       “but ... it’s a bit big, don’t you think?” he speaks casually, dropping the jacket back to it’s place on the floor before crawling back onto the mattress markus had situated himself on. basil brushes his lips against the artificial flesh of the other’s neck, the action soft & affectionate, “ but — i think it looks best on the floor. “ 

                       *   MORNING AFTER        //         ACCEPTING!

[investiigative-a-blog]

     It is. . . odd. Usually Connor is beyond certain about what he does--from the moment of activation to when he finally opened his eyes he is sure about his actions. Now, well it doesn’t seem to be at that point. Being able to simply follow protocol and what was programmed in him felt so much simpler than having to decide his own course of action without an all encompassing mission to direct it all. What can he do with his life now?      Connor sits by himself, still wearing the uniform he is so used to--the only difference is there are others around. Jericho, or what was left of it, is around, talking amongst the groups and helping those who need the help. Brown hued eyes gaze at the ground, before turning as Markus approaches.     “Can I ask you something, Markus?” The android tilts his head to the side a bit.

     @deviantleadr  > starter call 2/5 <

[700rk-blog]

@deviantleadr  // sc.

      he didn’t like what he did; picking through the remains of his people, scavenging for whatever parts he could. it was difficult to roam the junkyard, knee deep in reminders of what could have been. sometimes they would be alive, too. sometimes they would beg for mercy. he tries to brush off the thought --- but there is something else plaguing him.

last time he had gone, something had happened. among the debris of fallen androids, he had seen one fight. fight for the right to be alive, pulling parts from the hunks of scraps that used to have names. he had dug through a graveyard of those who had not had the chance to taste life & he he had been determined to live to see another sunrise. he had crawled through the mud & rain & thiruim & where basil would often deem it out of his hands... this one had been given the chance to survive. he helped this one escape the junkyard & he had ran, leaving him a clue to salvation. 

the new arrival had hardly been expected by the others; crashing through the ceiling, picking himself up off the ground & drawing the attention of those who were able to investigate. his greetings had been brief before being sent to lucy & basil had been careful to stay in the shadows, watching. there was no reason to the decision; he was just interested in the android. who was he? where had he come from? 

        a bit of time passes before he approaches the other; a few hours at most. he had been investigating the other members of jericho, speaking to a handful of others. basil approaches him when he is alone, green eyes finding his features as he crosses his arms over his chest, “ i’m glad you found your way here -- i was worried you wouldn’t. “