he accompanies juno because he thinks he could use the backup. or at least that's the reason he gives, often and loudly because the truth is that he's terribly bored. connor wasn't programmed to deal well with sitting idly, and even if it isn't programming that demands he get up and act, its a hard habit to break.
so connor accompanies juno to the red light district because he misses investigations, and it turns out to be pretty interesting. it soothes the itch to do something that has eaten at him ever since arriving here, and honestly he's good at it. he's helpful, and useful, and curious -
and really goddamn stupid.
connor can't taste but he asks to try the drink anyway, because he's curious and because he can. it's fun, in a way, doing all these little things that his programming would have previously prevented him from discovering. he'd never know what juno's weird drink "tastes" like, or at least how it registers in his sensors - a little more viscous than a liquid would normally be, but not wholly unpleasant - and they move on quite quickly.
except it's around there that things got weird.
connor isn't overheating because he can't overheat, with a complex system of fans and vents and other cooling processes integrated into his body it's nearly impossible. instead connor is registering pop ups all across his UI, so many that it's hard to see clearly. they're cropping up faster than he can dismiss them, inane observations about the room they occupy and the environment and about juno.
he doesn't dismiss the ones about juno.
he can seeeverything, information about core temperature and heart rate and blood pressure registering somewhere to the left of his vision, and a connor with a clear mind would probably be able to analyse the situation quite easily. but connor can feel the rush of thirium running through his system fast enough that he can hear it, and when juno grabs his jacket something in his mind goes blank. )
Hi.
( it's hardly the most eloquent response, but then again he can hardly expect to be eloquent right now. he stutters forward slightly but doesn't fall, and when juno starts pushing at the shoulders he drops them slightly. enough that the jacket slides down to his forearms.
when he pulls it off completely he takes a moment to carefully fold the clothing before he puts it down, and then he loosens his tie slightly. guy is practically naked. )
It's not hot in here, ( he comments in a passive voice, a little lower than normal, and he reaches out to press a hand flat against juno's chest. ) it's you. You're...warmer than normal. Hot.
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he accompanies juno because he thinks he could use the backup. or at least that's the reason he gives, often and loudly because the truth is that he's terribly bored. connor wasn't programmed to deal well with sitting idly, and even if it isn't programming that demands he get up and act, its a hard habit to break.
so connor accompanies juno to the red light district because he misses investigations, and it turns out to be pretty interesting. it soothes the itch to do something that has eaten at him ever since arriving here, and honestly he's good at it. he's helpful, and useful, and curious -
and really goddamn stupid.
connor can't taste but he asks to try the drink anyway, because he's curious and because he can. it's fun, in a way, doing all these little things that his programming would have previously prevented him from discovering. he'd never know what juno's weird drink "tastes" like, or at least how it registers in his sensors - a little more viscous than a liquid would normally be, but not wholly unpleasant - and they move on quite quickly.
except it's around there that things got weird.
connor isn't overheating because he can't overheat, with a complex system of fans and vents and other cooling processes integrated into his body it's nearly impossible. instead connor is registering pop ups all across his UI, so many that it's hard to see clearly. they're cropping up faster than he can dismiss them, inane observations about the room they occupy and the environment and about juno.
he doesn't dismiss the ones about juno.
he can seeeverything, information about core temperature and heart rate and blood pressure registering somewhere to the left of his vision, and a connor with a clear mind would probably be able to analyse the situation quite easily. but connor can feel the rush of thirium running through his system fast enough that he can hear it, and when juno grabs his jacket something in his mind goes blank. )
Hi.
( it's hardly the most eloquent response, but then again he can hardly expect to be eloquent right now. he stutters forward slightly but doesn't fall, and when juno starts pushing at the shoulders he drops them slightly. enough that the jacket slides down to his forearms.
when he pulls it off completely he takes a moment to carefully fold the clothing before he puts it down, and then he loosens his tie slightly. guy is practically naked. )
It's not hot in here, ( he comments in a passive voice, a little lower than normal, and he reaches out to press a hand flat against juno's chest. ) it's you. You're...warmer than normal. Hot.