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                  Time, deceptive & unyielding in all it’s clinical factuality, was not a stationary thing to androids. It was decidedly linear, ever flowing in spite of their unchanging forms. Synthetic creatures like fixed points in an eternal ballet of movement, destined to singularity as they went through existence learning in awe of the evolving world, so very drawn yet somehow not quite part of its fertile organic nature. They existed in between the states of being, the slow degradation of biocomponents & bioplastics far removed from the quiet putrescence of decay & rot which came with LIVING, in the inorganic could not enjoy the ending of the world’s eternal cycle when the body was returned to the earth. Connor was no different, though he could hardly be considered part of either group. Inhuman yet never truly accepted by his android fellows, he walked the line in between two worlds like a tightrope between two fixed points on a windy day, balancing effortless yet hopeful for the fall. Grateful for the chance at experiencing life on his own terms along side the person he held most dear.

                  But eventually all things must come to an end. Day became night as that guiding light burnt out, leaving Connor in perpetual state of twilight, the world having gone black around him while he groped blindly in the darkness. He recalled the day Hank passed. He knew it down to the second, recalled the days before, the moments leading up to that final, slow release. It had been an easy passing, & far later than any would have imagined. All thanks to the efforts of his devoted android who refused to leave his side.

                  He still wore the ring given to him on the day of their joining, brandishing it’s simple yet elegant symbolism, grateful for every day thereafter spent in marital bliss. Things were not always perfect. There were moments of difficulty, tribulations & tests between them; two people who were stubborn yet naive, still learning. But those times made the happy ones that much sweeter.

                  Connor would think on this from time to time, in the hours between shifts & stasis. Hank had left everything to him, the house included. Hardly a thing had changed in all those years, the home stagnant like a time capsule when the rest of the world had moved on. Only the most necessary, rare few cosmetic changes here & there, technology updated or damaged things replaced. Connor didn't stay inside often anymore, the place having become lonely & cold without the presence of the one who made it so bright. Thus he had taken up walking more often, wanting for data input of which he could pick apart & log away as he so enjoyed. Some time after Hanks passing, when grieving had subsided & acceptance had settled into the fabric of his metal endoframe, he returned to the DPD. It wasn't permanent. He did try other things, taking sabbaticals to pursue other avenues of interest. But like a moth to a flame he always returned, his work as a detective offering his hungry software the data it required.

                  Today he had exited stasis with a keen desire to seek out something new, something of which might pique his interest. As he had been designed as an advanced investigative unit in his time, Connor was perpetually bored. Taking long walks along different routes helped ease this feeling. He left by early morning, eager to enjoy the dawning of the new day over Detroit. The weather had grown chilly again as autumn had set in, winter soon approaching. The android’s internal clock told him that it was November 5th, a date he remembered well, for it was stuck firmly within the anamnesis of his digital mind, within the very cabling of his wires, his circuitry.

                  Early afternoon found him wandering along a familiar path, a familiar view in sight. The Ambassador Bridge was bathed in a light fog which had not been dissipated by the breeze which blew frail & cold through the foliage of a familiar park. Connor’s steps stilled & he observed that park a long while, static as he played back memories of a time long before, another peaceful day filled with laughter & the antics of an old dog who was convinced he was still a puppy. A soft smile tugged at the edges of Connor’s lips & he needlessly tugged the collar of his overcoat just a little higher as he began to walk once more. Again, he reminisced on the weather. It would begin to snow soon, & winter would fall over the city. He looked forward to it, to the holidays filled with merriment when he would spend time with his successor & their friends.

                  Connor instinctively folded his arms across his chest, tucked his hands beneath his arms to preserve the warmth of his core as feet moved of their own accord. Pointless, as his heat regulation system had been upgraded less than a decade before & was in working condition, yet it came natural to him. Such a very human thing to do. A behavior learned as his life was lived almost exclusively with humans in the past. There was fondness in thinking on this & Connor felt his smile widen gently. Head having ducked slightly in response to the chilly external stimuli, eyes still affixed upon the lonely park from over his shoulder, he was reluctant to leave it. But the hours was growing late & Xander would soon be expecting him for company.

                  Utterly & hopelessly lost in remembrances of the past, the android did not have time to process the sound of quickened footsteps nor the obstacle in his path until his chassis collided sharply with a tall, broad form of a human frame. Startled by his clumsiness, Connor reflexively drew an abrupt gasp & his body recoiled in response to the blunder of his own making. Immediately jumbled words of apology burst from his lips, lined shakily with frazzled embarrassment.  ❝ I’m so sorry! ❞   he exclaimed.  ❝ I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. ❞   Appeasing, there was a timidness to him now, a fret of anger or offense from the human whom he had inadvertently knocked into, but in a single & all consuming instant their as his eyes rose to meet those of the stranger time seemed to stop & he was transfixed. Cerulean depths framed by sparse brows. Dark, short hair, face handsome & rectangular, a distinctive nose.

                  Connor froze. Everything drew inert, soundless, as if the world had fallen away in that moment. The android stood motionless, wide eyed with his disbelief. His LED circled a rapid & constant yellow...Yellow...

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                          @lieutenantgivesnoshits | Autumn Starters | Accepting

                  Fall was a restless season for Connor. Throughout the city, before his eyes the world seemed to slowly transform like a butterfly amidst metamorphosis. The trees shed their coverings as they changed from lush, fertile green to a dusky, dried pallet of reds, oranges & browns. The skies once sunny & bright with giving warmth grew grey with cloud cover & a chill blew through the air. The world was in a state of change, just as he had changed one snowy November night. Fall reminded him of that moment, of the night he & Hank had met at Jimmy’s bar downtown as the rain poured from the blackened heavens & all eyes were on him as he approached the lieutenant & introduced himself. How that single instance had become a pivotal moment in both of their lives - Connor was still working out the true depth of it all to this day. He suspected he would be for many more years, perhaps even the rest of his expected functional life.

                  Hank was also restless this year, not so grumpy as he had been the evening they met nor the days which followed. Never quite healed but mended, Hank was no broken thing but a man reborn through sincere adoration & the childlike curiosity for the world Connor exhibited, wide eyed as he coaxed his partner into a realm of rediscovery of the old & fantastic. He gave Connor the opportunity to learn, to experience while reveling in the protectiveness of the safety net that was Hank’s love. With this single human at his side Connor was far braver than he had known himself to be, though admittedly he had come to discover himself in the great mosaic of the beautifully unascertained.

                  It was for this reason that those simple words excited a kind of emotional response in the android which was only heightened by desire & manifested physically. He could feel his thirium pump beating rapidly in his chest, his regulator eventually increasing the effort to control it’s rhythm. Connor almost wished it didn’t function so adequately, for though he understood the increased pressure could create damage to his components he enjoyed the feeling. Humans responded similarly to excitement, but they had evolved the singular mechanism which both circulated their life’s essence & maintained it’s integrity without the necessity for additional hardware. Sometimes, Connor liked to bask in their unique differences, for he was melancholic in equal measure to the celebration of them. Not the same, but both were real. Both existed in this state of being, able to connect in their own ways. Both could feel, think, & love.

                   ❝ I want to go camping, ❞   he announced quite out of the blue.  ❝ With you. Do you want to? Go somewhere out of the city & watch the leaves turn? ❞   The idea was so domestic, so human. A part of his more analytical self told Connor a highly advanced piece of technology should not feel the desire to partake in such mundane activities, but the person that Connor was yearned for those little adventures with every ounce of what coded fragment contained within him could be mistaken for a soul. He looked to his partner with wide, wanton eyes & the same sweet, placid smile ever present when it was just the two of them & Sumo alone.  ❝ We could bring cider & have a fire. Maybe cook something, or just watch the stars & relax. Enjoy nature. ❞   Anything. Anything Hank wanted to do, Connor would follow. Still working out his own specific wants & desires, little lucid moments of clarity to his wishes were a rare treat as much as they were a triumph. Getting Connor to express desire was like pulling teeth, but somehow Hank brought that out in him.

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──── ⌈ ∞ ⌋ ─────                    All was quiet in the little cabin near the woods, barely a hint of movement within as the hour was late. Supper was long since served & the kitchen tidied, though the scent of seasoned meat still lingered in the air, teasing the senses. The fire burned low in the hearth, what was left of the logs once stacked in a sizable pile lay smoldering, burnt through with a glowing red that offered a cozy atmosphere to the small space of the living area.

                   Connor sat comfortably in the large chair by the hearth, a book in hand & a fur blanket in his lap. A chair which had been designated as Hank’s when they both first established a sense of cohabitation some weeks ago, though the rule seemed to have gone by the wayside at a point neither could recall. The boy wasn’t bothering anything so the old man never said a word. Connor liked to think it was a show of affection.

                   Engrossed in the words printed upon the yellowing pages before him, the silent night creature did pause at times only momentarily, allowed his hand holding the book to slowly come to rest in his lap as he stared out the window nearest him & let his mind wander. It had begun to snow yesterday & would likely continue for days. Winter had come to Michigan once again & the boy felt a sense of gratitude knowing he would not be spending another one outdoors. Often in the past he would remain closer to the nearby native tribe of which he had found companionship with through mutual understanding, but they were far more resilient than he, having grown & lived in such a frigid environment all their lives.

                   Connor desperately missed the feeling of simple warmth during those months. He was thankful for the shelter as well as the company.

                   Hank had long since drifted off to the bedroom, leaving his housemate to enjoy his library while he slept the night away, as any normal person should. All the while the strange boy he held company with would read until dawn to be found by mornings light drowsing on the couch. He would sleep well into the day, only to be disturbed into wakefulness some time in the early evening by the sounds of movement & the promise of food. Then the cycle would begin anew.

                   Such was the way of things during these lazy days without another bounty to track or law to be upheld. Perhaps later today Hank would wake him to help with chores, put him to work chopping firewood or mending something he had managed to tear in his clumsiness like his trousers last week. Perhaps he would take him into the woods to go hunting again with Sumo. He rather liked that. The stillness of it, the waiting as they listened diligently to the sounds of nature all around them, eye fixed upon the prize. He liked sharing those moments with Hank, like it connected them on a deeper level.

                   As it was, the marshal was the only person in all of Detroit that knew what he was, in every sense of it. At the time of the discovery Hank had flinched, but he had not faltered, having chosen to spare the gentle young monster whom had inadvertently become his partner. Maybe it was his kindness & reliability that had spared him a bullet at his most vulnerable, or could it have been sentiment? Regardless of the reason, Connor found himself better for it. How perfectly beautiful it was when someone understood, was accepting of him & his nature. Hank was a steadfast kind of man. His partner could appreciate that.

                   As the snow began falling just a little bit harder the distinct sound of booted footsteps on the wooden porch caught his attention. A moment later a knock sounded from the door, loud & very insistent. The jarring noise woke Sumo from his slumber & he lumbered to his feet from his bed in the corner of the room to bark at the sudden intruder. Connor’s full attention was on the door as he set his book to the side & stood, crawling out from under the blanket. Disappointed for having the warmth escape yet his curiosity mounted when the knock came again, more insistent this time. A call was heard from beyond the door.

                    ❝ Hank! You in there? It’s Ben. ❞   Ben? What could Mr. Collins be needing so urgently that he had trekked to the edges of town at such an hour? Connor’s eyes narrowed with interest, head tilted faintly to the side. As he made his way to the door he made certain that his clothing was firmly in place, the collar of his shirt buttoned to his throat. Only when he deemed himself presentable did he open the door. The surprise on the robust man’s face was immediately apparent.

                    ❝ Mr. Collins? ❞   he questioned, door cracked only just enough to greet their impromptu guest without letting too much of the winter cold in.  ❝ Quite the late hour to be calling on Marshal Anderson, isn’t it? ❞

                   The shorter man practically floundered in his confusion.  ❝ Connor? ❞

                    ❝ Yes, sir? ❞   He blinked once, rather innocently, his thin form leaning against the door frame. Ben looked the boy up & down once, attempting to gather himself from the surprise of seeing such an unexpected figure in his old friend’s cabin. Hank hadn’t suddenly become the type of man to pick up strays, had he?

                    ❝ What the hell are you doing here? ❞

                   Another blink.  ❝ I live here. ❞   Ben released a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding. Apparently Hank had indeed become that type of man. Who would have thought?

                    ❝ Is Hank here? ❞   he queried, hopeful.  ❝ It’s a matter of some urgency. ❞   The dark haired boy nodded once, unfazed as always.

                    ❝ Yes, sir. ❞   A short pause. Connor continued to stare him down. Ben shifted his weight from one foot to the other, growing uncomfortable under that gaze. No matter how warm & seemingly innocent the youth appeared, he always felt as though he were being looked at through the eyes of a predator when Connor fixed a firm stare his way. He gestured, impatient.

                    ❝ Well, will you get him? ❞

                    ❝ What’s happened? ❞   The boy sniffed the air lightly, brows furrowing lightly in vexation. He could smell blood on the man, residual & cleaned some time ago but blood nevertheless. Ben frowned at the question.

                    ❝ It’s official police business, Connor, ❞   he retorted.   ❝ Be a good boy & get the marshal for me. ❞   Dejected but not entirely without understanding, Connor retreated back into the house with a soft   ❝ Of course ❞  leaving the door open should the man feel so inclined to venture indoors. Connor stopped at the door to the bedroom, knocked softly as he called out to him, informing the man that his friend was there. Strange kid, so archaic in his politeness. But then again, Hank would have protested had he simply barged into his room unannounced. Maybe the boy was onto something.

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[replicantdeviancy]

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    Sometimes, on those rare & odd occasions, Connor could be incredibly naive. Not so much a product of deviancy, but rather a distinct part of the android’s personality that made him both uniquely him & tied irrevocably to the rest of his people. All of them curious as to the world around them, most inexperienced but wanting. Connor was like a big kid at times with the silly questions he came to Hank with, always just a little hesitant, a little shy no matter how much time passed, as though he expected his partner would eventually become frustrated with these inane queries.

                   But today Hank was receptive, & Connor brightened at that. It was kind of sweet how he could be encouraged so easily with Hank’s acceptance. Cute————   Until he opened his mouth.   “ What’s ‘No Nut November?’ ”  He said it so earnestly, so genuinely, those eyes unbearably soft as this foolery spilled from gently upturned lips.  “ Detective Reed said that you’ve been participating almost religiously for the past few years. However, he expects you to fail the anticipated challenge this year. ”  Fucking android.

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Unprompted // Accepting // @lieutenantgivesnoshits​

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    The android had been perfectly aware of Hank’s presence before he ever made himself known. Sensors adjusted for desired input, Connor sometimes liked to track the man’s movement through the house as a form of personal comfort. The soft thumps as he padded around the home in his casual wear, rustling of movement offered a type of stress relief few might understand. Or perhaps this was a common thing between domestic partners.

                   It mattered little in the end.

                   Hank found him in the kitchen preparing what looked suspiciously like too damn many vegetables for dinner. Skilled hands stilled in their work as Hanks warmth was pressed against his back, the weight of his frame settling comfortably & nudging Connor just a little closer towards the counter. Like the the two fit like puzzle pieces, the soft plush of Hank’s belly delving neatly into the curve of the android’s spine. A fond, almost secretive smile graced those lightly freckled features & Connor turned his head just a little, enough to nudge his cheek to Hank’s.

                   “ A little bird, huh? ”  His tone was hushed so as not to disturb the lull between them. Hands reached to rest upon hands, fingers laced, the human heating the neutral touch of his lover with their mutual touch. Connor expected he knew the exact bird which had informed him - approximately 6’0, freckled skin of light mocha & oculars graced with heterochromia. He would have to thank Markus when next they met, or chastise him, depending on the outcome.  “ You do have a track record of finding your information in strange places, though I can confirm this source of yours to be correct. ”

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▌ ▲▐ ─────                    Those warm chocolate hued eyed blinked owlishly, as the answer had apparently caught the android off guard. A little laugh escaped Connors smiling mouth, soft yet just enough to garner a mild jump of the shoulders before they relaxed again.  “ No, no… That’s not--- It’s nothing like that. ”  The little bout of laughter brought on by Hank’s reactive quip had helped dispel some of the tension which felt squarely upon those lean shoulders, one of which was partially exposed as the neck hole of the borrowed t-shirt he wore hung from it, but had not calmed him entirely.

                   Connor was still balled up about something, & if Hank knew anything about his lover ( which he was damn sure he knew Connor better than anyone ) it would be like pulling teeth getting him to just buck up & spit it out. So he would have to be patient, listen, & eventually the reason for Connor’s approach would come to light.

                   Fidgeting hands wrung in his lap, much like how Hank would note the android doing in passing whenever he was either anxious or thinking too hard. Clearly he was doing both just then. Connor remained silent a long moment, LED spinning, spinning… Every now & then it would blip a split second of yellow, return to blue. He was processing, trying to gather his words. Eventually his hands stilled & one moved from it’s place it his lap to taking Hank’s free one into a gentle grasp. That soft gaze met perfect cerulean, seeking, though it was unclear just what Connor was looking for.

                   “ Hank I--- I know this time of year is difficult for you… ”  Oh. So it was this kind of conversation.  “ I know that in the past few years you haven’t been fond of the idea of celebrating your birthday, that the coming holiday season is troubling. ”  So Connor had noticed - & why wouldn’t he? An advanced detective model like himself should have figured out Hanks issues with such a family oriented time of the year by now. That other hand came to rest atop Hank’s, holding it between Connor’s two in a neutrally cool yet loving touch.  “ I just wanted you to know that no matter what, I’m here for you. Because this time of year means something to me. E-Especially today. ”