-> @gavin-reed-not-a-gun <-
Nickolas has been at the DPD for a few good days. But it was a lot harder than he thought. He really had to watch out to don't damage his already pretty damaged thirium pump. He sighed and took some papers from officer and began walking with them.
He didn't mind his surrounding tol much so when in front of him something appeared he didn't have time to stop. He dumped right into the person and gasped as the papers flew out of his hand and hood fell off of his hair, showing his face. He would nearly fell backwards but held himself on someone's desk. His pump racing as he put a hand on its place.
“Fucking shit-” The words were more startled out of him than anything else, a rough growl. He’d been here all night studying this case, as he had two people in the hospital due this guy’s failed attempts at killing them. No DNA evidence, but too imperfect and fucked up to be an android, he had to piece this shit together with little to go on. And that little was what he was reading over when he crash coursed into someone. His papers were every-fucking-where among the other’s, and this was going to be a hassle. He looked up, glaring already before he screeched to a halt. ‘Connor? No.’ Not-Connor looked equally as startled, hand clutched over his chest. Gavin’s eyes instantly flicked to where an LED would be, seeing it darker than normal. He didn’t recognize this guy, but his resemblance to Connor was enough to trigger the ‘don’t trust him’ reaction.
“Good going jackass,” he grumbled, choosing hostility in hoping it would chase him off. He knelt, looking through the papers.
Nickolas felt his pump ready to pop out of his chest. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. His LED slowly from red went to yellow as he tried to calm down. He blinked a few times and looked around, quickly pulling his hood over his face.
"I... I'm sorry detective-" he choked out and knelt down to try and pick everything up. "I should have look where I was going..." he said as he began sorting the papers fastly. He could hear his own pump in chest being super fast but he ignored it.
He picked the paper one by one and when he finally found and sorted all papaers he handed them back to detective. "Here..." he said and took his own papers, standing up. "Nick! Get me some coffee please!" Someone shouted and the RK900 just nodded. "If you need something just shout." He said and went first to the break room. Making a coffee for officer and then began heading to the storage with the papers.
There was an immediate guilt as the other’s voice was so distressed, and of course he seen his LED spazz, but he didn’t let himself focus on it. He didn’t know anything about him, and he wasn’t about to say sorry when he didn’t really feel so. Not-Connor was an android working here, he was expected to be more aware than his human counterparts, right?
Nick, as he learns, definitely has to be an RK- he’s seen one before. He couldn’t help but wonder why he was running menial tasks when he could be doing field work. Sure he was a prick, but even he could see the wasted potential in action. Questions popped up in his head, taking the papers quietly, but then Nick was off and running again.
His fingers tapped along his files before he looked over one more time. There was a paper he knew wasn’t his, and he blinked, before realizing it was probably the other’s. “Shit…” He ran up to catch up to the other, tapping him with the paper when he finally did. “Hey- Nick right? Missing one?”
