Richard and Gavin baking cupcakes. Gavin keeps making tiny dicks and other explicit stuff out of the icing and richard is just like 🙄 and deviates to beat his ass
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The Android Rehabilitation and Reintegration Program was one lauded for its success. It revolved around androids who had been manipulated by CyberLife or enslaved to their cause against deviants being given a gentle second start in life. Usually, the androids were placed with someone they knew or trusted, most androids had that luxury. But not Perkins. His very existence as an android had been a secret. Once it had been revealed, he had been stripped of his role with the FBI and ordered into the ARRP. However, nobody had wanted to work with him and he couldn’t be put with a foster family, he knew too much.
Most of the DPD and SWAT had already been assigned their own android to care for. Connor had gone to Hank, Sixty with Allen. Nines was awakened a deviant so didn’t need to be part of the program. The only person left for Perkins to be assigned to was Gavin. After minimal amounts of bristling, Gavin sighed.
“Alright, come on then, Richard.”
“That’s Special Agent Perkins to you,” Perkins had sneered automatically but Gavin just shook his head with a grin.
“Nope, Richard, or Dick if you’d prefer. But while we’re doing this ARRP, I am using the name you were given.” Gavin sounded altogether far too cheery for the situation.
At least, after a few more arguments, Gavin had relented to agreed to call him Perkins. It had felt more natural than Richard even if that was his name. Once that was out of the way, he and Gavin actually go on quite well. While Perkins couldn’t offer much help as he had been designed to appear as human as possible, he could still help on some cases. Not that Nines didn’t give him evil glares and the odd shock when they touched. Someone, Perkins concluded, was possessive and jealous.
Shenanigans ensued. Gavin took Perkins to various events outside of work. They went to hockey matches where Gavin yelled himself hoarse while Perkins listlessly waved a flag. Other times, they went grocery shopping and Gavin made him carry the basket. Usually, the first three items in the basket were lube, a cucumber and the latest car magazine.
Still, Perkins didn’t deviate. It wasn’t for lack of trying either. But the mythical red wall was hidden from him. Slowly, he began to worry that he was broken. Even Nines, the most advanced android had been able to deviate, yet he hadn’t. Yet Gavin didn’t seem to mind. If anything, it looked like he was having a great time doing more and more ridiculous things in the name of ARRP.
The final straw was making cupcakes. Mixing the dough, evenly dividing it between papers and baking were all straightforward tasks. It was decorating that caused trouble. In theory, the cupcakes were for trick or treaters in the area. In the spirit of Halloween, Perkins was using icing to draw bats, spiderwebs and vampire teeth on them. Next to him, Gavin chortled away as he worked, tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth as he concentrated.
One look had Perkins firmly going “no” and pulling Gavin’s cupcake away from the pile ready to go out. It had been decorated with an anatomically incorrect penis. Shrugging, Gavin had peeled the paper off and shoved the whole cupcake in his mouth, looking supremely pleased with himself.
The next cupcake was no better. It also ended up with a penis on it and them crammed into Gavin’s mouth.
“At least respect anatomy,” Perkins snapped. He regretted it minutes later when a penis of porn star proportions was drawn onto a cupcake and Gavin was reaching for the next one.
“I said no,” Perkins growled and reached for the rolling pin they never actually used. “Step away from the icing Gavin.”
He should have expected the cheeky tongue to be stuck out at him. It was the signal of the end, Perkins should have known. Instead, he stepped forward, through the invisible barrier and advanced towards Gavin. They were both laughing as Perkins chased him through the house, threats of telling Nines exactly what Gavin was up to making the laughter even more prominent.
It was only when Gavin was cornered, back in the kitchen, that they realised that there was something different about the scene. Perkins was laughing, a wide, genuine smile on his lips. The ARRP had done it again.
