HK800 snapped his neck around so quickly likely would've given himself whiplash had he been human. The android's sharp gaze instantly faell on a man standing a few paces back from him whose face twisted in a bemused half smile when his chocolate brown orbs met those crystal blue ones of the machine. The guy's pink tinged lips tugged up at the left corner alone while the rest of his mouth contorted into a wry smirk.
The man looked to stand at just a little over five and a half feet, gazing up with his head tilted back ever so slightly to meet the android's gaze even as they stood a few feet apart. His features were soft. Pale skin melded smoothly over full cheeks to contrast perfectly against warm coffee orbs that remained large and doe-like even as the guy's lips twitched a bit higher in an almost teasing sort of smirk. The guy's unstyled hair was as brown as his eyes and as soft as his delicate features. Medium length locks curled wildly and a large section of wayward strands fell into his face on one side yet still managed to frame his features as if they belonged there... Despite the fact that it appeared as if the guy had barely bothered to run a brush through the chocolate locks.
Contrary to the popular belief that one should strive to dress professionally when heading to the workplace - especially in a police department where there were probably oh, I don't know, uniforms, like everyone else in the department was sporting, one was expected to wear - the man had apparently decided this information was all fake news. The guy had donned an oversized coat of sorts that looked well beyond its time. Dark, indeterminable stains marred the once warm brown fabric in countless places and tan threads dangled from every discernible edge of the trashed thing.
Large triangle lapels stuck out to form the beginnings of a collar before trailing down to edge where the front of the garment was left to hang open, revealing a white button up undershirt that was at least in better condition than the aging jacket. Though any semblance of professionalism the neat shirt might've won for the outfit was negated by the haphazardly done tie that was, in no way, shape or form - no matter how hard you squinted - done in a fashion a blind man could call correct. The item hung loose on the man's collar and twisted about itself in such a way that the whole thing somewhat resembled a cultic snake orgy more so than a piece of professional atire.
With the poor excuse for a tie job and the fact that the man's chest was rising and falling a beat too heavy to be considered normal, together with the realization that the guy's soft face was flushed slightly to color his full cheeks a light pink, it wasn't hard for Hk800 to identify why his calculations had been botched. The android had failed to account for Detective Anderson rushing.
"My apologies." HK800 offered evenly. Automatically, the android ducked his head slightly in an apologetic display before straightening back up to place both hands behind his back, large digits of one limb wrapping lightly around the wrist of the other.
"Don't kill yourself over it." Connor dismissed flippantly, waving an unbothered hand in front of himself before lowering it to jam both hands casually into the large pockets of his overcoat. The slim limbs all but disappeared in the deep folds of the fabric. "I mean, that is kinda exactly what I set it up for," The guy went on smoothly, his lilting voice rising and falling over the words like soft waves ebbing at the seashore. "Though, I gotta say, I was kinda expecting Gavin to be the one to fall victim to my cunning snare." The man noted with a slight chuckle. He then shrugged his slender shoulders in a quick upwards jerk before letting them roll smoothly back into their normal position, as if to dismiss the whole conversation with that simple gesture.
"Detective Anderson, I presume?" HK800 inquired evenly despite the fact that a rapid facial scan indicated the accuracy of this assumption.
Anderson, Connor - Hindrance.
Date of Birth: May 25, 2006.
Criminal record: Various minor noise complaints.
Last reported offence: November 26, 2025.
The words were a necessary formality in accordance with the HK800's programming. Best to get them out of the way quickly. The android was eager to move on the moment apologies were officially out of the way and the machine was assured his side mission of Form Partnership With Connor hadn't been compromise. He was here to complete his mission and more than little impatient to actually get on with it now that the man he was supposed to be working with had finally arrived.
"In the flesh." Connor replied easily. The words were stretched around a tired yawn as the guy drug his hands from where they'd rested in his pockets for all of about two seconds to spread his arms out wide as if proudly presenting himself for all the world to gawk at. "And you must be the man of my dreams." The detective jested lightly, shooting the android a beaming grin and actually going so far as to throw the robot a quick pair of finger guns with a overexaggerated wink.
Chris Miller groaned exasperatedly somewhere in the background.
"I am not a man, Detective." HK800 pointed out stoically. Truthfully, he was more confused than anything by what his analytical equipment couldn't decide to categorize as a joke or an attempt at a flirt. "I am a machine, designed to look like a man in order to better meld with those who I am built to serve." The android elaborated evenly. The well practiced response fell from his lips as easily as his artificial breath, the hot ghosts of dry air billowing up through his mechanical throat every few seconds entirely unnecessary. A constant background process designed to make him appear more realistic and integrate more smoothly into daily life.
"Yeah, sorry. Just feel free to ignore it when shit like that comes outta my mouth." Connor replied with a slightly uncomfortable chuckle that sounded far too forced for even a human without all of HK800's high tech sensors to mistake it for genuine. The man brought his left arm over his body so that he could finger his right sleeve as he spoke. The detective's long digits tugged gently but persistently at the wayward threads dangling there, twisting about the material purposelessly for a brief moment before uncurling again only to repeat the process once more a second later. At least now HK800 knew why the poor jacket was in such bad shape.
"On that note though, what is your name?" Connor questioned curiously after a moment, "'Cause right now I'm just calling you Bear Bot in my head and that feels pretty damn rude." The detective tacked on as an afterthought. As he spoke, the guy shifted about slightly and ran a hand through the curling locks cascading over his forehead. His gaze fixed on some random point on the title floor away from HK800, the man apparently very interested in a particular speck of dirt all of the sudden.
"I am HK800, eighth model of the Hunt-Kill series and the first functional prototype of my line." The android railed off professionally. He straightened up a bit taller as the words tumbled from his lips. But all he got from Detective Anderson was a quick shake his head and a dismissive hand waved in front of his face.
"Hunt-Kill, huh?" Connor repeated awkwardly, leaning back on his heels as he spoke and glancing behind himself at nothing in particular. "Well, doesn't that just sound like a whole lot of fun." The detective commented slowly. His dry expression seemed to speak the exact opposite. "But what about your name?" The man tried again, emphasizing the last word slowly despite the fact that the android had heard him perfectly well the first time.
"I'm sorry, Detective. I am not pre-programmed with a human name." HK800 replied evenly, but all the response did was draw a befuddled frown across Detective Anderson's features. "I can register one if that is preferable to you." The robot offered after a moment, taking in the lingering downward tug of his human companion's lips and coming to the conclusion that his lack of a proper name was something that discomforted the detective. Adapting to human behavior was one of his model's primary functions, after all.
"Uh," Is all Detective Anderson managed to come up with initially. The guys eyes widened slightly and they flew up from the floor to lock with the machine's. The detective appeared disproportionately taken aback by the proposition. "Yeah. Sure. Um, good. Do that." Connor eventually managed to go on. The fingers of one hand rhythmically ran along the hem of his jacket as the man dug his teeth lightly into his lower lip and rolled the pink flesh there gently about.
"Fine." HK800 asserted blankly. His LED flickered yellow for a flash of a moment as the android brought up the necessary program needed to assign himself a title and flicked through the preliminary processes. "What name would you like to register?" The android inquired evenly after a moment, the light on the side of his head now pulsing a slow but continuous pale yellow in indication of awaiting an answer.
"You want me to choose?" Connor balked. He jammed his hands back into his large pockets once more as he spoke and shifted his weight to one foot, only to switch his mass back to the other limb a few moments later.
Connor is restless filed itself neatly away.
"Listen, I'm flattered. Really. But I'm really not a guy you want making decisions for you." The detective explained hurriedly. The guy's hands made a grand reappearance from his pocket to hold themselves out in front of his body, palms facing the robot as if trying to deter him from any course of action that would leave responsibility placed on Detective Anderson.
"I am an android, Detective." HK800 pointed out stoically, never once wavering in his cold resolve or bowing from his place of high professionalism. "I have no preference in the matter, nor any other matter. Desire is not one of my protocols." The android informed clinically, staring blankly into the mildly confused brown orbs blinking almost questioningly at him.
A name was a useless piece of pointless data. It served no constructive purpose and would be erased from the machine's memory with all the rest of the information from the case once it was solved and he was sent back to Cyberlife to be reset for the next mission. HK800 could care less about the matter.
"Yeah, okay. " Connor finally relented with a soft, perturbed huff. The guy shook his head slightly before straightening up and crossing his lank arms thoughtfully over his chest. A quiet hum of concentration escaped him as he eyed the glowing series of identifying letters and numbers printed across the right breast of HK800's suit jacket critically, as if they would whisper an answer if the detective simply eye raped them long enough.
"Hunter is far too cliché." Detective Anderson began, narrowing his coffee eyes a touch farther and bringing a hand up to rub slightly at his chin. "And Killer makes you sound like a dog." The man went on softly. HK800 didn't comment but the human seemed to be talking to himself more than the actual android in question. "HK." The guy mumbled quietly, repeating the letters over again a few times in a hushed whisper before a look of clarity finally dashed into his tired eyes to brighten their chocolate depths with a keen glimmer.
"Hank." Connor finally concluded with a solid nod. The man grinned cheekily to himself as if proud that he'd somehow twisted the grim initials into an actual name. However, the detective's eyes then widened a centimeter more, his mouth falling open slightly as an excited grin split across his face. "Hanky Panky!" Anderson eagerly declared. The words were choked through a muffled snort of amusement as his pale cheeks twinged pink with the burst laughter the guy was doing an absolutely shitty job of keeping smothered.
"Just Hank will do fine, Detective." The android nearly sighed but managed to even his voice out at the last minute. The words came out with the objective professionalism he was expected to present even in the face of such utter ridiculousness. The machine had been right to place Anderson as "Hindrance" in his memory. The guy was already gunning for the rank of "Most Annoying Individual" the robot had ever encountered and was keeping first place by a mile.
"Ah, you're no fun." Connor huffed out disappointedly. A small amused smile still tugged determinedly at his pink lips, however, before it was all brought to a halt by a quiet-piercing, sharp call bellowing through the hushed police station.
"Connor, in my office! Now!" A woman's voice shattered through the whispered conversation and light, ever present, noise of the DPD. The call boomed forth from the slightly pushed open door of a glass office positioned front and center of all the bustle and left dead silence in its wake.
"Coming, Amanda!" Connor called back quickly and any lingering humor that had clung to the man washed away in a single instance. The guy straightened himself upright and steeled his face, taming his previously soft and gentle smile into a hard line of business. The detective made for the office, the android assigned to be his partner hot on his heels.
Name Registered: Hank
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