under construction - @amorous-amalgamation
amorous-amalgamation:
The connection jolts Killian and he watches Medic carefully, his hand gripping the other’s arm. Sometime long ago, maybe he would’ve enjoyed them sharing this touch, what the humans called “The Sacred Touch.” But this..this was less than ideal. Killian waited until Medic had released him to tuck his legs up.
Several notes popped up into his vision, demanding he allow himself to heal, but each one was pushed away, his synthetic white skin remaining where it was.
Medic makes a small noise of discomfort and blinks rapidly, the colour draining back into his irises. Oh dear. As soon as his vision cleared again, he sees that Killian’s skin has yet to rematerialize. “You need to let your self-repair system run, eight-hundred.” he says as he gets about on cleaning up his work station. That reminds him, though, that he probably should stop calling the other android by his model number.
“So, um.. have you got a name?” Medic asks casually, adding a scrap of metal to his pile by the table. “I mean, I know not all of us have one set, but I know a lot of deviants who, uh, make up their own.” He leans his hip on the side of the table and idly pick at the near-invisible bits of thirium from his hands. “And I don’t want to like, keep calling you eight-hundred..”
