[That circular disk-thing is spinning red now, distressed at Fumikage's reaction to his revelation. Has this ruined everything?
Maybe not? It flickers over to yellow as Fumikage's shock changes to interest, and he turns his head to follow his movement.]
Connor Model RK800, #313-248-317, -51. I'm a prototype.
[Connor isn't fazed; he understands why Fumikage would be so intrigued if he's never seen an android before. It's different. In Detroit, androids are so commonplace no one looks twice at them anymore. Not until recently, that is. One corner of his mouth lifts in a lop-sided smile as Connor watches him.]
Then we're even. Having a quirk like Dark Shadow is akin to high fantasy in mine. The honor is still all mine.
[Fair is fair, he was the one poking at Dark Shadow earlier. He lifts his hand so the quirk can have better access. The electric thrum is akin to the tickly feeling of an electric razor along the plastimetal. It's pleasant.]
no subject
Maybe not? It flickers over to yellow as Fumikage's shock changes to interest, and he turns his head to follow his movement.]
Connor Model RK800, #313-248-317, -51. I'm a prototype.
[Connor isn't fazed; he understands why Fumikage would be so intrigued if he's never seen an android before. It's different. In Detroit, androids are so commonplace no one looks twice at them anymore. Not until recently, that is. One corner of his mouth lifts in a lop-sided smile as Connor watches him.]
Then we're even. Having a quirk like Dark Shadow is akin to high fantasy in mine. The honor is still all mine.
[Fair is fair, he was the one poking at Dark Shadow earlier. He lifts his hand so the quirk can have better access. The electric thrum is akin to the tickly feeling of an electric razor along the plastimetal. It's pleasant.]