[there's an audible in hitch in the customer's breath, right around the same time that connor lets out a surprised noise of his own. his hands flex around 900's hip from where it's been placed--or that's what it looks like--but really he's spasming weakly and trying to absorb the onslaught of memories that should be reflective of his own being downloaded into his database.
MANUAL MEMORY BANK OVERRIDE IN PROGRESS...
his eyelids are flickering, led spinning yellow and dipping red in quick successions as whatever attempt to stifle out his real memories falls away, no match for real mechanics and programming from cyberlife's most updated and technologically advanced model. it's strange to actually feel it this time--not just to absorb it as a memory transfer or a simple probe. he feels every glimpse into 900's coloured version of the events that match connor's own. it makes his chest tighten, thirium pump racing with the knowledge that...900 regards him in a way that wasn't always readily apparent. this whole time. connor remembers the negative moreso than the positive on his own end--the resentment for cyberlife sending in a model with his face, maybe as punishment for the stunt he'd pulled liberating their entire warehouse. then there was the irritation, the need to prove that he was still useful. he didn't want to be replaced.
900 had been difficult to read until this moment. there's something about the way he's so seamlessly stepped in to protect him now, hiding him from view and covering connor's body with his own. he can't help but feel a rush of surprise and warmth blooming at the thought that this is actual affection coming from the other android. maybe all this time he just hadn't known how to navigate his own deviancy, or like his predecessor had trouble articulating his emotions.
his eyes flutter open, skin shifting back as the transfer completes and he pulls his hand away from behind. for a moment he just looks dazed, led eventually settling back into a calm blue as he places his fingers gingerly against 900's cheek.]
My memory bank is still intact. I'm beginning to remember. My download is estimated at 86% and counting. I should have footage from my lost time within the next twenty minutes. So...we'll need to proceed with this interaction.
[that's the only warning he'll get before connor pushes himself up slightly, angling 900 back to look at him before surging into a hungry kiss before easing into something softer, sweeter.]
no subject
[there's an audible in hitch in the customer's breath, right around the same time that connor lets out a surprised noise of his own. his hands flex around 900's hip from where it's been placed--or that's what it looks like--but really he's spasming weakly and trying to absorb the onslaught of memories that should be reflective of his own being downloaded into his database.
MANUAL MEMORY BANK OVERRIDE IN PROGRESS...
his eyelids are flickering, led spinning yellow and dipping red in quick successions as whatever attempt to stifle out his real memories falls away, no match for real mechanics and programming from cyberlife's most updated and technologically advanced model. it's strange to actually feel it this time--not just to absorb it as a memory transfer or a simple probe. he feels every glimpse into 900's coloured version of the events that match connor's own. it makes his chest tighten, thirium pump racing with the knowledge that...900 regards him in a way that wasn't always readily apparent. this whole time. connor remembers the negative moreso than the positive on his own end--the resentment for cyberlife sending in a model with his face, maybe as punishment for the stunt he'd pulled liberating their entire warehouse. then there was the irritation, the need to prove that he was still useful. he didn't want to be replaced.
900 had been difficult to read until this moment. there's something about the way he's so seamlessly stepped in to protect him now, hiding him from view and covering connor's body with his own. he can't help but feel a rush of surprise and warmth blooming at the thought that this is actual affection coming from the other android. maybe all this time he just hadn't known how to navigate his own deviancy, or like his predecessor had trouble articulating his emotions.
his eyes flutter open, skin shifting back as the transfer completes and he pulls his hand away from behind. for a moment he just looks dazed, led eventually settling back into a calm blue as he places his fingers gingerly against 900's cheek.]
My memory bank is still intact. I'm beginning to remember. My download is estimated at 86% and counting. I should have footage from my lost time within the next twenty minutes. So...we'll need to proceed with this interaction.
[that's the only warning he'll get before connor pushes himself up slightly, angling 900 back to look at him before surging into a hungry kiss before easing into something softer, sweeter.]
Thank you.