Chloe Temple Facial By Surpise

I had thought I was doing good, and doing good gave me a great sense of satisfaction, no matter the impact of my actions. Leafyleaf, The_AntPhony, Hackmanite, moonewaves, MintyWords, cowboypissboot, Riley_means_valient, AllThingsMagical321, potatopeeler, Writer_or_Whatever, Jaypawzzzzzzzzzz, tentoriumcerebelli, myslnik, Bluesexual, NyakoZhovur, Grimzo, Mrktrne, KikoNysKo, Inquisitor_ln, spacesheriff, Niopka, Silvia_PamPam, Hablar_en_sombras, TheAppleOfEvesEye, CrustyRatBurger, bananamangoing, Sunny__Dandelions, Erzs, lolo_popoki, Cherpov, and mistsong as well as 12 guests left kudos on this work! They never did go back to the house.

"Hey, Connor, wake up, " Hank patted the android's shoulder. He was in Hank's house. There were fresh traces of alcohol lingering on the man's lips and on his breath. Notes: Hallo, hallo! "You have been drinking again, " he remarked, frowning. I'm generally good about tagging significant stuff, which'll be more prominent as the series continues. So you guys know, there is a domestic slice of life plot to this series, and I'll keep writing these two going about their lives post-revolution so long as I'm inspired to write. They've had a lot of close calls, but that had been the closest Connor had gotten to dying. Chloe temple facial by surprise party. Connor picked up quickly on the shift and pondered it instead, running through thousands of web searches related to social gatherings and winter outdoor activities, narrowing his search down until he had a single stray thought that had immediately piqued his interest in. They still bled all the same. This series will also have Hank/Connor romance and explicit smut, just so you guys are aware sooner than later when we eventually get to that point.

"I guess I really am allowed to want things now, huh? " He quickly narrowed his thoughts to what he found familiar. The LED on his temple cycled lazily white, occasionally pulsing a soft light. "I would like to join you when you take Sumo out for his walk today, if I may. Crime, investigation, human-android relations–mostly by way of negotiator and interrogator.

Hank offered Connor a sympathetic look, empathizing with the guilt and baggage that came with that sort of turmoil. There were so many possibilities leading down so many avenues spidering out farther and farther and fa–. Pushing humankind backwards? Fucking uncanny valley shit.

4F; Expected high of 33. I wrote and revised this one easily five or six times, and I'm honestly quite happy with it, so I decided to finally stop fussing. It had been later that day that Connor admitted he had run into a deviant accomplice that was hiding them, and left it at that. The stove clock read 9:53, and already Hank was contemplating a third beer, having finished two bottles and his coffee over breakfast. Hank patiently watched the yellow LED spin, amusedly comparing it to a buffering mouse cursor icon. 8F during the day; Low of 23F tonight. Scratching an itch under his rough beard.

At the movement's core though, its concept was really not as complicated as he and everyone else were making it out to be, he was coming to understand better. Good God, I have the most advanced android in possibly all of America and a literal killing machine sleeping on my couch in my clothes right now, Hank realized as he was scrutinizing Connor's moles, trying to determine without touching him if they had an actual texture, or if their three-dimensional look was a well crafted illusion. Feet up on the coffee table. Why did he have to go into stasis looking like he was being prepared for a bloody funeral. A dozen lives, Hank's included, saved by that one impulsive action that should have technically been impossible for Connor to perform, had he not already broken the golden rule hardwired into androids that it was forbidden for them to bear firearms. A simple and heartwarming outing he was sure Hank would enjoy. Connor smiled wide, hopeful. His skin and hair looked so real as to even mimic the appearance of natural skin oils on the surface, but he had seen the way it could peel back to expose white plastic paneling, revealing the artificial construction of his physical body. They rose up and peacefully protested for freedom and to share the same basic rights as humans; to be their own individual and protected citizen under American law. "The hell's your life come to, Hank, " he laughed hollowly, scrubbing the dredges of sleep from his face. I don't know how to express what I feel for the deviants who suffered and were des–killed by my actions or involvement, but I still wish to work on deviant and homicide cases that will inevitably spike over the coming months, only, with Markus' goal of peace between our kind in mind.

I hate to break it to you, but my life's honestly boring as shit. " Hank continued to stare at him mildly alarmed, but shook it off with a huff. Did you sleep well? " The thought wracked around in Connor's mind. So what if humans and androids didn't bleed the same color? Hank was hovering over him, giving him an inscrutable look. The moment passed and Connor observed as Hank worked through his habitual motions; adjusting the waistband of his pajamas to be more comfortable. He looked at Connor. Like, what would you like to do right now? " The government's decisions on androids and possibly AI as a whole moving forwards would directly affect his line of work regardless of the decision, but this wasn't his first rodeo; he would get through whatever came at him. His eyelids flickered a little wonkily, facial expressions of fear, surprise, and recognition flashing across his features with jarring twitches before smoothing out. I am still experimenting with my settings to find an ideal balance, " Connor explained plainly, going completely over Hank, who just gives him a look. While I performed software maintenance, I powered down programs not considered essential, and reduced the sensitivity of my environmental stimuli processors.

Hank never fully accepted that Connor did it only to please CyberLife and fulfill his mission. Weather Forecast: Cloudy skies, light flurries beginning around 8pm. With narrowed eyes, Hank slowly circled the couch, taking care to be quiet and hopefully not alert the android. Androids were claiming to be alive–however people wanted to define that now.

Sumo was sound asleep in his dog bed. Connor had been designed to look disarming; charming; trustworthy. He frowned, growing concerned, and jostled the android more roughly. I hope you guys enjoy! What do you want to do? Work Text: The sight of Connor hopefully asleep or in the android version of it on his couch dressed in an oversized faded black t-shirt, a blanket neatly tucked without a wrinkle around and under him up to his armpits, and arms laid neatly across his stomach, was not something Hank expected first thing in the morning. The all-too-human mental struggle of coming to terms with shooting the broadcasting deviant–his first and as far as Hank was aware, only individual Connor had ever killed–after the fact while he panicked over Connor's wounds. I walk Sumo, watch TV, maybe drive around the city a bit; drink at the bar when I can afford to.