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Telling Time

@rk8hundred || Continued from: [x]

Shugarl certainly did not want to indulge in a conversation with another person at the moment, but that was more so because he was irritated because the bus was already 20 minutes late by this point, and needing to engage in a conversation sounded exhausting.

While it’s true that he normally did not enjoy conversing with others, but wasn’t as though he hated it, it was… a strong dislike. He didn’t mind so much if it were an acquaintance speaking to him, however.

He’d just looked at his own watch, which was analog, because he preferred them over the fancy watches with an LCD screen. No matter how many times he looked, it would not change the fact that the bus was late. No amount of glaring at the watch would ‘change its mind’ about what time it was. The bus was running late and nothing was going to change the reality of the matter.

Golden eyes glancing to the side to see a man similar in height with him, he quietly considered the possibilities that he was being talked to. The man was looking in his direction and the others (maybe because of how mad he was getting) were keeping their distance from him. Probability that he was the one being asked for the time? 100%

        “The time is currently 1:45pm.                  The bus is 20 minutes late.”

He spoke with a huff, clearly very irritated at the moment.

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@rk8hundred || x

❝Yay~!❞ He looks side to side before leaning close and then digging under his jacket. Carefully, he pulls out a tiny puppy wrapped in a blanket. ❝Jyushimatsu found this puppy in a box and-and Jyushimatsu thought Connor might like to have the puppy!❞

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you make me go pink;

@rk8hundred

It hit 8 am, and his daily reboot began- going through every setting in his system to check for failures or updates.

Audio system? Check- His ears picked up sound first, hearing the breeze of a nearby window, bird chirps and squirrel whines. Ah- that’s right, he must have shut down in the bed- for once. Either that or Connor carried him there...

Ah..Connor.. that’s right. They were living together now. God, what a blessing Connor was to the home. Macho and Ray love him almost, if not more, than Knox did. Knox...their love story was an interesting one, especially being two machines- who were said to not have emotions in the first place. 

Sensors online? Check- The scent of fresh air and...incense? a candle? He wasn’t sure- but it was a smell with a mixture of burning and cinnamon- it tickled his nose a little, being that the cinnamon was strong at the current moment. 

Next he began to feel his body, feeling the silk cloth of the sheets wrapping around him so delicately, not even really feeling a fold or wrinkle on him- as if someone had perfectly formed the blankets over top of him. ‘Heh- typical Connor~’

Joint movement? Check- He wiggled his fingers and began softly moving his toes, moving his joints little by little until he reached his neck, turning his head to the left and right. He felt normal, thankfully- he couldn't really feel pain as a robot but he could feel if something was stuck or tight- which nothing was.

And finally- Vision sensors? Check- He opened his lids and focused his vision. He saw the soft satin sheets he could feel earlier, and now see the cinnamon scented candle on the table beside him...but no Connor was next to him. 

He sat up, looking around the room, his led buffering in yellow color. He must have already ran a start up- or slept out of the bedroom...the second wasn’t exactly normal though.

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Knox had only just woken up, his hair a mess- surprisingly more than it was on a daily basis. The dogs hadn't even awoke yet, they were still asleep among the couch cushion, Ray- the gigantic Saint Bernard that was basically the couch lord- even snoring a little, making a noise sounding like a motorcycles reeving engine.

He made his way to the kitchen, stretching his arms and his back as he walked to the fridge, the practically empty fridge, to grab a bottle of water. Knox didn’t eat much at all, he never had the appetite or really even cared for food. If he could live without food, he would be perfectly fine never lifting a single grain of anything to his lips other than water. 

He took a sip and sighed, letting his eyes drift over to the too dogs, practically cuddled to each other. Knox smirked, and kept enjoying the loving view.

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@rk8hundred II in continuation of this post: x

It was a surprise when the rain just began pouring out of no where, like the god of thunder was watching Sleepless in Seattle and began crying like the ocean was in his damn eyeballs. Rizzo, despite being now drenched in rain water, did not move out of the way however.

He looked to Connor to see if he would move with him, but he was just standing there, mere inches apart from him, staring at him as if he was processing something. Is there something wrong? Should he ask? 

“Connor you okay-” He began to ask till Connor interrupted his thought.

Try something? What was Connor thinking of trying now that we are just covered in pouring rain? Then again, Connor was really into discovering new things and such, so it must be something interesting, maybe Rizzo would gain something from whatever he wanted to try. Rizzo shrugged his shoulders and nodded. It’s not like it would be anything too crazy, Connor didn’t seem the type  to do something..irrational? Hm, that would be a good word for it.

Rizzo watched as Connor stepped even closer, and immediately sensed the heat off of Connor’s hands as it touched his waist and climbed up along his back, leaving a trail of heat as well a cold sensation from the water already stuck on his clothes.

His heart began to beat faster and faster, and the smirk on Connor’s face didn’t help his heart rate at all. His cheeks burned along with his ears and forehead, turning a bright pink like an overheated frying pan on the stove. Rizzo’s eyes closed, blinking a few times to whip the water droplets on his eyelashes as Connor’s lips touched his.

It was teasing, like he wanted to see Rizzo’s reaction to it? No? He wasn’t sure. What Rizzo knew however, is that a single peck wasn’t going to satisfy him, if you kiss him- he expects more than that. 

Rizzo reached a hand up to Connor’s neck, pulling him in for more. Rizzo’s lips became warmer with the small amount of friction, as he gave a lingering kiss before waiting for the other to make a move.

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✖ - frm connor!!

send me ✖ for a random kiss.

2. Kiss on the cheek

Rizzo really appreciated Connor’s company at the bus stop almost every day. They were the transport pals of Akounri, no one could say otherwise. He had given Connor one ear bud and Rizzo listened in the other, playing Russian rap to j-pop, and beyond. He had a long list of genres to pick from, Connor could listen to whatever he wanted to really, Rizzo would probably have it on hand. 

It was Rizzo’s stop, and they were only half way through one of Connor’s top favorite songs on this playlist. He paused the music, and turned to Connor in a quick hurry. 

“Sorry, I’ll play it first thing next time!” Before he pulled away from the seat, he put his lips to Connor’s cheek as an ask of forgiveness. “I promise!”

He ran off the bus before the driver closed the door, and rode his longboard the rest of the block to work.

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@rk8hundred || x

It was like he was adopted by this station, which he didn’t mind at all. Jyushimatsu comes here to deliver snacks to the hard working police and also bring a less stressful environment as well. He tends to play with the K9 units who needed a break from time to time. How he ever finds time to do this? No one knows. He just somehow manages to find time for it all.

Balancing the box of sweet treats on his head while holding a special box in his hands, one by one he brings snacks over to each and every workers around here. Whenever there’s left overs, he’d leave it in the front desk for anyone else to take, either for seconds or for those coming in later.

The one in his hands however was specifically made for Connor. He’s the one who likes the eat healthy amongst those who works here. So once his hands were free, he made his way over to Connor. However he got this sudden burst of energy that he had to take it out on the person he’s going to next.

Not in a bad way of course.

Placing the bento box on his head, before the detective could say anything, Jyushimatsu placed his sleeve covered hands on his cheeks and leans over. He placed a gentle kiss on the other’s cheek and pulls away, placing the bento box on the desk afterwards.

He shook his head ❝Jyushimatsu was just really happy to see Connor! So Jyushimatsu wanted to give Connor kisses!❞ He blinks, tilting his head to the side ❝Does Connor want Jyushimatsu to give kisses when you deserve them? Because if yes, then Jyushimatsu will give Connor kisses all the time!❞ He smiles ❝After all, Connor deserves them always!❞

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His hair wasn’t one for the weather in these parts- his hair was swaying left to right as he flew along the streets on his long board, and sticking to his skin from the heat. His blood began to boil inside his skull if even a small little shred of his hair entered his view again- ah there is another fringe hair. He gave in, taking his bracelet and using it as a temporary hair-tie, pulling his hair into one of the tightest and smallest man buns seen on earth. Did he look like a hipster? Damn right he did. Did he care? Absolutely not. In summer looks don’t matter, its survival. 

He came to a stop, now it was just time to wait for the bus. He hasn’t seen all of this so-far-beautiful place. His work didn’t start till next weekend so he might as well spend his time looking about, right? His feet tapped impatiently waiting for the damn bus. Was he too early? No-no. its 8:30 in the morning- that’s the first bus. Which also means it’s almost impossible for that bus to be late. Right? Right?

He sighed and gave in, plugging his earbuds into his 5 year old Ipod.

The outside world became nothing but a muffled backdrop as he put the earbuds into his ears, even without music the place became peacefully bliss. He scanned his screen for the albums he had- oh what to pick. There were so many choices- from J-pop to electric swing, from american hip hop to Celtic lullabies. Inevitably, he went to his personal favorite- Russian rap. He never learned the language but god, did he need to? They were able to say all those non-understandable words in split seconds without a pause for air. It was incredible! breath taking almost! 

The first song began, and now his feet was no more tapping to the impatience of the mind, but now to the fast beats of a musical beat.