@hollow-pride said: "Detective Gavin Reed." Nines addressed the human and stepped in front of him, though he made sure that he didn't invade the other's personal space. "We haven't met yet, but you may call me Nines, since I highly doubt that my serial number means anything to you." He uttered and folded his arms behind his back.
Things were suspiciously quiet at the precinct and Gavin knew better than to start complaining about it because the moment he did, then they were going to get swarmed with cases. It was an unspoken agreement around here that no one complains about a low workload.
So Gavin was spending his time with his feet up on his desk and phone in hand, flipping through news articles for what was going on in the world when he heard his title and name be spoken. At first he thinks it's someone coming to get him to take a new case but when he drags his seafoam green eyes away from his illuminated phone’s screen, he sees an Android standing before him. Ugh, another fucking tincan.
"You're right. It doesn't mean anything to me. Now go be a good little tincan and go get me a coffee. Black. No sugar."
Half way through his sentence, Gavin's eyes are drawn back to his phone. He didn't care what the Android was calling itself. Androids were made to serve and Gavin was currently craving a coffee.
He knows he shouldn't be ordering Androids around, not after the whole revolution but old habits died hard and Gavin really didn't like Androids loitering around his desk. Not after having to put up with 'top of the line prototype detective' Connor.
"Either get me a coffee. Or fuck off."
