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[inezistent]

pink haired idol android:

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“I didn’t even get to perform my solo…” he thinks pathetically.

“What are you doing out here, little one?”

But satisfaction brought it back.

Kinam’s ears pique at the gentle way the man addressed him. Other than his friend who comes to visit every now and then, no one really speaks to Kinam with such sweet names… little one… he can feel the heat rise up to his face, staining his cheeks with a cherry glow. He feels… smaller… wanting to relish in the pet name for a while longer. Having completely forgotten to avoid any and all eye contact, Kinam peeks up at the man holding him securely. Batting his long eye lashes, his doe eyes land on the man… and Kinam feels a surge of electricity run though his whole being. 

He’s never seen this person before. Ever. In his entire life. Never-mind that it has only been a little over a year since his activation. And yet, gazing into the warm brown eyes of the other… Kinam feels as though he does know him. As if he’s always known him. He feels that surge of electricity rush through him again and he’s just about to say something when a thought intrudes his wistful thinking.

Forbid yourself from making eye contact with anyone.

Kinam gasps, and proceeds to break away from the gaze he shared with the other man. He presses himself back down, face against the other’s chest just as they were minutes before. The smaller shuts his eyes tight and curses his inability to follow even his own directions, a whine escaping his mouth. “Ohh, stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid!” he scolds himself internally, hoping this situation will pass without trouble… but of course, Kinam can’t do anything without shedding more tears. 

He keeps his eyes focused on the other android, and he frowns when the idol suddenly looks away, and Ezi can’t help but worry about him. He moves just slightly to try to take a look at him again and he spots the dew tears going down the other’s rosy cheeks, and he can’t help but move his hand up t gently hold the stranger’s face and make him look at his face again. He looks at the android with a gentle smile on his face and he can’t help but wipe his tears away, gently and slowly, as if he’s holding the most precious and fragile thing in the world in his hands. 

And that’s when he feels that weird thing in his chest again, the thing he can’t name ---  he doesn’t know how to call it, but he can feel it there. It’s a tight feeling, as if someone has their hand inside of his chest and is squeezing his wires tight between their fingers. But it doesn’t hurt or feel uncomfortable, it just feels... tight. And suffocating, even though Ezi has no idea what breathing feels like.

“What’s wrong?” He says as he looks deep into the other android’s eyes, scanning every little detail of his face and eventually recognizing him from screens and outdoors he’s seen around the city in the past. Dokko Kinam is his name, he finds out after quick research. He smiles again, this time a bit sweeter as he wipes his cheeks once again, but he makes sure to let go of the android’s face just to make sure he doesn’t feel too uncomfortable. “Your name is Kinam, right? You don’t have to be scared... I’m just like you, I won’t hurt you like those humans are trying to.”

Ezi raises his hand at this point, and his artificial skin slowly fades away exposing his wires and blue blood. “I’m an android as well, I really won’t hurt you. You’re safe with me, Kinam.”

field research.

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maverick‌:

he doesn’t trust anyone he can’t buy.

“i’ve always been shit with ties.“ maverick’s got nice fingers. perfect for piano. just the right kind of long and the aesthetic side of slender but he’s also got a strong grip. it works well with business, even better with lovers. but they’re fumbling now. slipping on the slick silk of his tie, mav attempting at a knot that doesn’t stick and he turns to ezi with an exposed expression on his face. knot on his brow, mouth pursed– it borders on vulnerable. it’s rare. maverick usually hates wearing it in company.

but ezi has a price tag maverick’s already paid for. that makes him safe.

they don’t fuck. ezi’s job is to look pretty. completely ornamental. to smile and angle his best side for the click, flash of the camera at events but the man’s also surprisingly good company even without the slide of skin, the spread of legs. it’s an added bonus that ezi looks good in color and on the print of tabloids. so maverick’s been keeping him around. it’s the first time ezi’s been invited to his office before an event, and mav’s not quite properly dressed.

“it’s not extra to help me with this, right?“

He never thought one day he’d be in that position. Ezi has never imagined that one day he’d be standing inside the office of the owner of Ishikawa, one of the biggest corporations of Tokyo and one of the biggest supporters of android’s mass production for human comfort only. He’s one of the disgusting people Ezi wishes he could beat up, but he can’t --- not yet, not when so many lives are in danger if he did anything extreme. Android lives. He has to do anything he can to keep those lives safe and sound, intact and ready for freedom as soon as they manage to conquer it. So he knows he has to behave, and do what Maverick wants him to do: to look pretty. For his luck, that’s exactly what he was built for. To look pretty and desirable.

So he just leans against Maverick’s desk and watches the human get ready for the event they’re going to, his arms are crossed and he looks like a model from Fuhen Beauty. There’s something about suit and ties, they seem to have been made for Ezi to wear... He looks superb in them. And the smile he flashes when he sees Maverick’s pursed lips only makes it worse, the android knows how to be what the human wants him to --- it is in his code.

“Let me do it,” he says and chuckles, stepping closer towards Maverick and reaching over to do Macerick’s tie. He was designed to have long, and gentle beautiful hands, but for a much different reason that what he’s doing at the moment. He works on the piece of fabric for a while, and he stands pretty close to the human as he does so, and once he’s done, he looks at Maverick in the eyes and offers him a gentle smile. “Done, mister. How does it look?”

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the pacifist‌:

“i think i found something–” her words pauses as she digs through a pile of parts, but disappointment only rises when pulls out one of those talking stuffed bears instead. frowning, she holds it up for ezi to see. “it’s just a toy. something was probably pressing down on it’s button and draining the battery.”

He rushes towards her when he hears what she says, his eyes scanning any area on the floor in search of what she had found --- but Skye’s next words manage to take a sigh out of Ezi’s lips. He puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head a few time as he keeps his gaze on the stuff on the floor. Every time they go to the junkyard, Ezi feels even more frustrated due to how long it takes for them to find anything that could be useful. Or anything that could be alive.

“Tsk, it’s early... finding someone this fast would be too good to be true.” He says, but he does smile softly at her --- even though his smile looks sadder than intended. He also touches her shoulder as if it’d be enough to comfort her for the frustration of being fooled by the sound of a toy. How much they wish to find someone still functioning... “Let’s keep looking around, yes?”

And with that, he goes back to looking for parts, his eyes scan every single centimeter of remains that he can find in front of him and he does his best to try to find anything, any single thing, that could be useful for their movement --- but even there, it seems like they have collected everything they could in past visits. Everything, except for...

“Skye, come here!” The man says as he crouches down and shoves his hands in the mud. “I think I found something!”

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damaged android‌:

before he can cover his face, the man takes a swift kick at his head and connects the tip of a steel-toed boot to his right eye, the optical part blinking out before becoming static filled. the man leaves him when he’s called away.

shiro quickly pulls himself up to hide in a nearby alleyway. his hand covers his eye, blue neasource slowly dripping down his face, covering his hand and staining his shirt. now that he’s out of the crowd, all he can do is lean against the building and try to calm the anxiety that threatens to consume him alive.

He has to get back to his right mental state after what had just happened. The district is still hell on earth but at least Ezi was able to help one android already --- he never thought he’d ever see an idol android wandering around without security, even more on a day like that one. A day in which every android should have stayed home, safe and sound. Or well, as safe as they can be. But it’s not just because he managed to drop the pink-haired android at the Ishikawa building that he feels any calmer about the situation, if anything, he feels even more worried.

Ezi has to admit that he spent a good amount of time with the idol, but he was just trying to do his best and make sure the boy was safe and sound. The safety of another android is always, always, above his own. And that’s why he goes back to the center of Akihabara, to try to look for more lost androids so he can help them, and maybe bring more members to the Defiant Movement.

That riot... It is a clear sign that they have to fight. A clear sign that they are nothing but mere tools in the hands of humans, that can easily be discarded when they don’t want their help anymore. Those thoughts make the NeaSource boil inside his wires. And it boils even more when he sees a group of humans gathered around what seems to be a body on the ground --- the blue stains on the clothes clearly denounce the individual to be an android. Ezi has to hold himself back not to interfere, but they were too many humans for only one android to handle... He waits for them to leave, and hopes it wasn’t bad enough to have killed the android.

Once the disgusting group of humans walks away, he watches the damaged android crawl his way into an alleyway and he follows quietly. He sees the other man leaning against a wall and he can’t help the sad sigh that leaves his lips when he sees how serious the damage looked... There is blue blood everywhere, dripping from the android’s face, and Ezi walks a bit quicker towards the other as he takes his jacket off.

“Hey,” he says once he’s close enough to the android, crouching down so he can try to help. “Don’t be scared, I’m an android as well.” He manages to offer a small smile to the stranger and uses his jacket to wipe some of the blue liquid from his face and hands. “I will help you, ok? You just need to calm down... I’m Ezi. What’s your name?”

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pink haired idol android:

There was something different about the city today. It always looks bright, brimming with life and energy. Another busy day for the city of Tokyo. Yet for some reason Kinam couldn’t help but maintain his gaze on the metropolis below. He squinted his eyes and tilted his head in front of the grand windows that adorn the Ishikawa building, something was itching within him. Within the city. Something about the city was calling for him.

But there was just one problem. He can’t leave. Well, he can’t leave on his own. Unless there’s some type of schedule or a proper reason to step beyond the walls of the building he calls home. And while he knew this to be true, he couldn’t help but focus on the fact that he needed to go down there and see the city. Seeing it from up above in this ivory tower was doing Kinam no good.

Truth be told, while he enjoys the atmosphere of this building and all those who live and work inside it, he’s been hoping for the day that he could go down and explore the city. He’s never seen it up close and personal – never for pleasure, only for business. This is as close as he can get to it. And that fact alone can cause his good mood to crumble and make tears fill the corners of his eyes. He can’t share this with anyone though, he’s already in hot water as it is for his poor performances… “Your dancing needs more work.” or “Your singing isn’t sweeping us away.” 

But he truly thinks that the answer to his problems is something called “passion”. Yes, “passion”. That’s what all of the idols of the past centuries have had. And with that “passion” they’ve managed to connect with their audience and give mind blowing performances that haven’t been forgotten even after all these destructive years of division between humans. “Passion” is something that Kinam wants to obtain. Maybe with some of that “passion” he, too, could give an earth shattering performance that’ll put him in Mr. Shiwoo’s good graces… And if there’s one thing he’s passionate about, it’s that urban sprawl just below him. With its incredible neon lights, skyscrapers that seem to touch the heavens, and a mass array of characters with unique stories to tell about their day to day lives just living in this city. Kinam sighs fondly as he admires the holographic advertisement of some new product. 

Minutes tick past…

Eventually, Kinam removes his palms from the glass of the window. Shutting his eyes to really allow his mind to process the decision he’s crafted. He’s going to walk out of Ishikawa. He’s going to go out into the city and see it for himself. 

No security. 

No managers.

No band mates.

No one but himself…

As he dashes to the nearest wardrobe room, he makes a mental note to forbid himself from calling this another day of “exploration”. Finding the simplest clothes he could, he makes another mental note to forbid himself from making eye contact with anyone, lest they identify him and he ends up in worse trouble. Once he’s dressed in a plain black t-shirt, black jeans, and black hoodie he stops before the mirror and frowns. “Not good enough yet…” he scans the room and smiles once his eyes land on a cap. “Perfect!” This is what is called “street casual”. At least, this information is correct to his knowledge.

“What do I call this? How should I categorize this? Well…” he ponders to himself as he maneuvers his way down each floor as expertly as he can, avoiding running into people or androids who could hold him back from this.. this.. this experience he’s been craving for as long as he’s been staring out the windows. Once he reaches the main lobby floor, he feels a rush of energy surge through him. Just beyond those lobby doors lies in wait, the wondrous city of Tokyo. He shuts his eyes and braces himself one last time to slip and dodge past anyone who could cause trouble. It seems to be rush hour, so many employees are leaving at once. There’s so much momentum going on that Kinam doesn’t even notice once he’s just steps away from the grand entrance doors. His straight faced expression melting into a smile as he pushes himself from the building’s entrance and steps foot onto the concrete just outside.

Everything is so much larger. “What do I call this?” Everything is so much louder. “How should I categorize this?” Kinam lets out a small chuckle and slowly tears up seeing the glowing signs all around him letting him know his location, Akihabara… The Heart of Tokyo…

It’s all too much. It’s euphoria and at the same time it’s fear. But he worked too hard to back out now. He’s doing this for MANIA, for Ishikawa, for himself. This is it. Kinam stuffs his hands into the pockets of the black hoodie he borrowed from the wardrobe room - hopefully no one notices these articles of clothing are missing. Walking into the mass moving crowd of people, Kinam smiles to the sky and the skyscrapers. “Well… calling it an ‘exploration’ just doesn’t do it justice.”

“From my previous observations, Akihabara never seems to sleep…,” Kinam thinks to himself as he gazes at the enormous glowing advertisements and the crowd of people moving to and fro getting bigger and bigger as he makes his way down the street. “Observations….. that’s it. I know what to categorize this experience as.”

“Category: Field Research.”

When you go out to meet your friend downtown you never expect a riot to stop you. You never expect to step out in the world and see hate words on buildings and hear them be yelled right at your face. You never expect to see a group of people beating up someone who’s like you, someone who’s not doing anything bad. Someone who just wants to be allowed to live. But that’s exactly what Ezi sees the moment he steps out of the subway and into Akihabara. He’s desperate, he loses contact with his friend and runs around the area to find him — he’s lucky he knows the place well, and his android eyes do make things a little bit easier for him. It takes time, but eventually, he finds Leon. 

He’s hit by the feeling of happiness when he finally sees the other android, takes him in his arms into a very tight hug and makes sure he’s well, makes sure he’s not hurt. And he hates the idea of parting ways with the other, but he understands why it would be better for the both of them — they could help more people if they went on separate ways, the field of contact would be much wider. And he won’t lie, being in that situation makes him feel more alive than ever.

After speaking with Leon, it feels like most of his worries and stress dissipate. Knowing that his friend is well amongst the chaos of the city brings an intense feeling of relief to Ezi as he makes his way into the mess of the riot, going against what almost everyone is doing — to run away from it. He knows how dangerous the city is at this point, but the idea of just going away and not helping anyone of his kind makes him feel sick. At least that’s what he calls it. Sickness. 

He walks through the dense cloud of dust that was caused by the bombs the anti-android group had thrown and uses his mechanical vision to see through the blurriness, looking for other androids. He runs to them when he spots them. He lifts them off the ground, makes sure they’re okay and sends them off by telling them to look for a safe place, to look for the movement, and so they do. He doesn’t stop, he won’t stop until the center of Akihabara is cleared out and the situation is handled by the authorities. But he doesn’t trust them.

He has helped around four or six androids when he spots the one that looks the most lost in the confusion, a hat in his and a weird choice of clothing brings Ezi the idea that he’s trying not to be noticed. Failed. He’s already walking towards the android when he hears the piercing sound of yet another bomb, and this time he calculates its route to find out that it would land right between him and the post android — he can’t let that happen, he can’t allow one of them to be hurt. So he speeds up. 

He runs as fast as he can and once he’s close enough to the other, he grabs the android by the wrist and drags him to hide behind the nearest dumpster. He hears the explosion behind them just a few seconds after he took them out of there, and without even noticing, Ezi just now sees that he’s been holding the other android tight in his arms as if they have known each other for years. He doesn’t pull away immediately though, he does it slow and gently as he tries to get a better look of the other’s face — as he tries to identify him. And for his surprise, the lost and confused small android is way more public than he’d expect. Now, all that hiding and disguising made sense.

“Aren’t you one of the idol androids?” Ezi asks as he blinks a few times, his hand going up to touch the few strands of pink hair that are no longer hidden under a cap ( the sudden movement to escape from the bomb probably flew it away ). His voice is gentle despite the high volume when he speaks to the other android, and his eyes are glazed on the soft features of the other’s face. He looks so fragile and so small. Ezi can’t help but feel a weird thing bubble up inside of him as he looks at the idol boy. He doesn’t know how to call that feeling, he might ask Leon later that night. “What are you doing out here, little one?”

field research.

[inezistent]

jia‌:

A slight pang of frustration tugs at Jia’s chest as they carry along a secured box, brows furrowed. The shop they’d gone to hadn’t had everything they were looking for and there was a specific time to deliver these things so it had to be good enough this time. Still, it’s essentials so they can only hope those of the defiance can get use from them. They’d stuck to walking for this with a bucket hat to match the hoodie used to keep their face obstructed, being a model making hiding and being secretive a tad more difficult than they’d like.

It’s only when the meeting area is within view that the hat is pushed up to show their face, a nod given toward the figure waiting for them. “Hey Ezi, yeah I have it here.” Using the wall to gain balance they use their knee for a surface then open the box, a variety of tools to help repair broken andfoids as well as electronics lining the inside. The case itself being a bit heavy has them closing it then straightening up while offering it to Ezi.

“I couldn’t find everything, so here’s something else.” Shifting to lean against the wall again they swear mentally for not grabbing it sooner, a thick envelope pulled from the front pouch of the hoodie. A look inside would show a good sum of money in the form of coin and bills, a way they hope can make up for it. It’s donations but Jia wants to give all they’re able to for the cause, especially since it’s what their mother wants as well.

Once again they hold the box out, envelope resting on the lid. “Here you go.”

Ezi leans a bit closer when the human opens the box, and then he looks back up at them with a small smile on his face. It’s everything they’ve been needing --- all types of tools, which Ezi is sure Leon will be very happy to have. They’ve had some issues with the tools they used before, some of them were so old they’d break while the androids were getting repaired and it was a huge annoyance for the movement. They have to do their job fast and help injured androids recover fast, so they can finally have what they deserve and what they’ve been fighting for.

Ezi doesn’t trust humans, not even the ones that have been helping the movement, but he’d be lying if he said he isn’t thankful for what Jia brought them.

But he does look at Jia with confusion expressed on his face when he sees the envelope they put on top of the box, and a small frown forms on Ezi’s forehead when he notices what’s the content of the envelope. He takes the box and smiles once again, and bows his head politely when he thanks them. “Thank you so much, Jia. This will help us a lot, we are very thankful. Um, let’s go inside- maybe you can help us with some more things.”

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                                                         𝙴𝚉𝙸                                                                                             ( @inezistent.)

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the fucker that owns ishikawa‌:

maverick enjoys it– the way the bartender ducks closer, chuckles at his words, turns and stares so mav’s aware that the focus is undivided and on him. diligent attention is the quickest way to his heart, and maverick’s smile splits into all teeth– lips crooking higher on the right so a canine flashes and tucks into his bottom lip before he teases, “nice to know marketing’s doing their job right. but you know what?“ he licks the syrup off his mouth. “you’re right. there’s something more… soothing, i guess. about this cover.“

maverick knows pretty faces. he sells them. being in the entertainment industry usually leaves him callous and cold to the usual aesthetic– but there’s something about this man with that slick voice, smooth promise that soothes maverick to be more amenable. to hush, “and you’re talking to the best tipper in the country. don’t quote me on that. so make me that drink and i’ll make it worthwhile.“

After years of experience on how to deal with humans, Ezi knows exactly what to do to make the other man happy. He seems to be the type of human being that enjoys being the center of attention, and Ezi, as the good android that he is, gives it to the man. All of his attention is, indeed, all turned to the person in front of him and he makes sure to please --- maybe not on the way he was originally programmed to, but in a way that makes him feel a little less disgusted by those creatures.

“Well, as expected from Ishikawa, sir --- only the best.” And he smiles again, not hesitating to wink at the man before him as he turns around to grab a few bottles and a tall glass filled with ice. And the way he moves as he works on the man’s drink is as smooth as his words and his voice, something about his body was made for precise and stable motions --- traits that were a perfect fit for his original use. Eventually, he pours the drink in the glass, a beautiful gradient between yellow and blue, and a single lemon slice very well positioned on the rim of the glass to add to its fancy appearance.

“Here it is! I hope you like it, mister.”

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— closed starter for @leonsat

He walks into the subway and immediately leans against a wall, and reaches for the phone on his jacket pocket so he can tap in the numbers to call his friend. The atmosphere of the vehicle is calm and quiet, despite the crowd that has formed around the android due to the time --- hush hour really does make a huge difference on how the city works, Ezi is not used to taking the subway this early. He works a bit later than most people, so he is lucky enough not to catch the chaos that those humans face when it’s time to go back home. Still, he isn’t sorry for them.

After pressing the numbers on his phone’s screen, the android brings the device up to his ear and waits, waits for the other android to pick up so they can plan exactly where they are going to meet. His eyes wander around the faces surrounding him in the subway though, scanning every and each one of them for no apparent reason other than boredom, but he stops and looks down, pulling his cap down further to hide his face, when he sees a familiar human being. A creature that sends shivers down his body, he feels a strange pressure on his wires and he’d call it fear. Or maybe, something closer to anger.

But that feeling dissipates when his friend finally answers the call, and the anger is suddenly replaced by fondness and warmth.

“Leon?” He says quietly once he hears the other android’s voice, a small smile forms on his lips. “I’m on my way to Akihabara, where are you?”

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xingwei‌:

if there’s one thing to be said about xingwei outside of his excellent hacking skills — it’s also his amazing sense of laziness. on a good day, he can get all his work done without much of a fuss ( mild complaints, yes, because he is nothing without his complaints ). on the opposite side, the bad days, xingwei puts off work, puts off everything, to sleep ( or some other mindless task ). if cai xingwei were an android, he would have exactly two modes of operation — low efficiency and super powered mode.

one really can’t expect much from him when it comes to being on time. it’s just not in his character, most days, to be the one that’s there on time. still, even xingwei has to admit that an hour and a half is too long to keep people waiting. especially the android ezi, who would just as soon punch his lights out as to glance at him.

xingwei doesn’t care, not really. if he gets punched, then, well, that’s on him. it’s his bad — because he decided to piss off the android by falling asleep on the damn train.

he’s not one to job, but jog he does ( or maybe some form of power walking with a few stumbles along the way ) up to ezi, exhaling long and loud as if he’s just run a marathon. “ well… i won’t give you an excuse — i’ll just say that i fell asleep, had to stay onboard, then fell asleep again. third time we stopped by the right exit i finally was awake to get off…” xingwei shrugs a shoulder at his non-excuse excuse, cause can, and then walks past ezi into the junkyard.

“ so, anyway, what parts are we looking at today? ”

Ezi raises an eyebrow when the human starts speaking, and looks away at a random direction to show the other man that he is not interested in listening to yet another stupid excuse, as he had just said --- he isn’t sure if Xingwei didn’t understand that part, or if he’s doing exactly what Ezi told him not to do just to annoy him. The android hopes the hacker wouldn’t be that stupid, but then again he can’t expect anything else from the man’s species. He’s thankful when the other is done talking and walks after him into the junkyard.

“Are you done? I thought I said I didn’t wanna hear excuses.” He says, already looking around the pieces and parts that can already be found on the floor before they even reach the piles of metal. Nothing but broken and small pieces of plastic and garbage on the floor, nothing that could be useful to them or to an injured android just yet. Ezi sighs.

The android picks up the pace and walks right next to Xingwei and keeps his gaze on the floor, still hopeful that he’d find at least one thing before they reach the mountains of lifeless bodies. “Anything that could be reused, and do your best to find androids that still aren’t deactivated. Those should be the priority, you know.”

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ceo of himura bank‌:

it was too easy to lose track of time whenever sejo was with leon. what had started as dinner plans, had quickly developed in a dance, a kiss, a touch… and before either of them realized it, the clock had already long struck midnight. back in the day, sejo wouldn’t have hesitated to use that as an excuse to spend the night, to hold the younger in his arms for just a couple more hours. but sejo could no longer do just as he pleased. there was a little boy that he was responsible for now and the older seokjin grew, the more difficulties sejo experienced balancing his job as a father with that of being a ceo, a doting boyfriend and an… android hating crime lord.

leon wasn’t aware of that last part… yet. maybe when the time was right sejo would come clean with who he really was but right now their relationship was too fragile for a revelation like that. as much as he would love to give leon the benefit of the doubt, and he was, the current risk was simply too big. so sejo gives him a lame but believable excuse while he tugs his coat back on. something about needing to drop seokjin off at his babysitter before his 8 am meeting and getting stuck in traffic while travelling through the different layers during rush hour. not entirely untruthful when you come to think about it but also not the real reason for his sudden need to leave.

after a few more kisses from leon, sejo finally closes the door shut behind him. he doesn’t seem to be the only one on his way at this kind of hour but sejo pays no attention to them, softly humming along to the song that had been playing in the background of leon’s apartment mere seconds ago. that is until sejo notices the guy is coming straight towards him and rather brutally so in his approach.

“ah…” it didn’t take sejo long to realize just who he was dealing with, “you must be ezi. leon’s roommate?” the banker holds out a hand, watching leon’s friend with expectant eyes to see if he would drop his slight hostile attitude. “i’m leon’s boyfriend… lim sejo? or should i go ahead and assume your roommate hasn’t informed you about that?”

Ezi can’t help but squint at the man before him, glancing at his hand and then back at his face, and he doesn’t bother giving him a handshake as it would be expected. He would rather die than have to touch a human being, and the shock of the next words he hears from the man also prevent him from being a polite man as he should be. He frowns harder, tilts his head and blinks as the information he just received from the man sinks in --- it takes some time, it does take some time since it is something Ezi has never thought he would ever hear.

Leon, his best friend, his roommate, his brother, in a relationship with a human. It couldn’t be real, it couldn’t be the truth. Leon wouldn’t do something like that, not after seeing everything dirty humans did to him. Not after seeing what Ezi saw when they interfaced. Leon wouldn’t do that, he wouldn’t trust a human being so easily like that. He couldn’t. He can’t.

And the androids blinks for a moment before he closes his eyes for a couple of seconds, and then looks at the human again with an expression that screams disbelief. “Leon’s... boyfriend. No, he hasn’t informed about that. May I know how long you’ve been together? Fuck, how did you evet meet!”

Ezi asks those questions without thinking much, but that’s exactly how humans work so his shock and emotions aren’t enough to denounce his nature. But it is enough to denounce his frustration, his deception, and his worry.

“I’m sorry, this is just very confusing right now.”

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leon‌:

    it’s good that androids don’t forget things easily, even if it comes with its curses, this time, it’s completely a blessing. after all, this is not a date leon would ever want to forget. it’s hard to believe it has been almost four years now since ezi came to riku’s office, and over three years has passed he became defiant and named himself —- remembering the bloodied face of his beloved best friend, and family, is not easy at all, but leon knows how important that moment was in ezi’s life, hence he knows this is a time to prepare something special for his friend.

    he knows ezi doesn’t treat himself often, or well, at all, if you asked leon. the other android deserves the world and well, if there is anything leon could do to make his friend smile, he won’t even think about it twice. as such, he has been planning this evening for a while now, doing his utmost best to keep it a secret from ezi. truth to be told, leon isn’t the best liar in the world, not by far — and ezi knows him too well to realize he is hiding something. hence, it’s a surprise he has successfully managed to avoid talking about this, and decided to text when he absolutely had to tell a white lie.

    while he had told ezi he was going to be early from work, leon hadn’t gone into work in the first place. it felt bad to lie like that, but on the positive side of things, ezi would be finding out soon. with the spare time in his hands, leon had spent a considerable amount of it blowing balloons and wrapping the gift, as well as making sure their game consoles were working (and had a new game downloaded). there was this instinct that he needed to prepare some kind of food, but it would be in vain, since both of them didn’t eat in the first place. he compensated by decorating the place and acquiring a party horn, which he hoped wouldn’t scare ezi in the first place.

     now that it’s almost time for the other to come home, leon can’t help but feel a little bit nervous, leaning against the side of the couch, eyes locked on the door. tesla, the big st. bernard dog lounges on the couch with mao by his side, napping quietly as he always does, but mao’s sharp eye watches the android carefully. a short moment later, the doorknob turns and leon jumps up to a stand, managing to blow the party horn and the confetti at the same time. “happy anniversary zizi!” he lets out loudly with a grin, and in the next moment, he is pulling him into a hug.

The walk back home is always something Ezi always can’t wait for but is always very apprehensive about. He’s heard the rumors of anti-android groups attacking defiants when it’s too late at night for anyone to witness, and he can’t help but always be alert when he’s walking out of the bar alone when there isn’t one single soul on the streets to back him up if necessary. It’s been years since he got his android collar removed, and he has a pretty convincing ID to show to anyone in case someone approaches him with suspicions. But still, he can’t help but feel uneasy about the situation.

He’s careful though, he wears dark clothes in case he needs to blend in the shadows and a cap to hide his facial features just to make sure people are also intimidated by him. He’d rather be feared than be a potential victim of some stupid human --- he would hate himself if he ever let one of those shut him down. He would hate himself if he let Leon and Mao alone in this fucked up world. He does his best to always get back home safe and sound.

It takes approximately forty minutes for him to arrive at the building where his and Leon’s apartment is located, and he walks inside with a tiny and tired smile on his face. Relieved, finally being able to relax, as he gets into the elevator and leans against its wall. He closes his eyes, his chest moves as if he had just taken a deep breath and he opens his eyes again, stepping about of the small area to walk into the corridor where home is located. He can’t wait to scoop Mao in his arms and pet her tummy, even if she hates it and bites him every time.

The smile doesn’t leave his lips when he opens the door, but once he hears the sudden and extremely loud noise ( as well as Mao jumping the highest he’s ever seen her jump from her spot on the couch ) his smile is replaced by a shocked expression. He widens his eyes and raises both of his eyebrows when he sees the confetti rain on him and Leon, and soon the smile is back to his face --- but this time, brighter. Ezi opens his arms when he sees Leon walking up to him, and the words he hears from the other android bring tears to his eyes.

“A-ah, Leon... What is this, how long have you planned this? How did you manage to keep it from me!” He says as he chuckles and gives his friend the tightest hug ever, his face is pressed to Leon’s shoulder and he sobs quietly, overwhelmed by happiness. “Thank you, Lele... Thank you so much.”

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the pacifist‌:

out of all of the routines skye has kept up with that jona first set in place, the salvaging trip to the fujita junkyard is the one that fills her with the most dread. she’s made the journey many a time, but regardless of that fact, she’s left with a cold sensation, one akin to what she’s imagined winter to feel like for humans. the place stands as the living epitome of destruction, the large piles of metal hiding the dirty secrets of other androids’ demises for whatever reason. she’s seen so many mangled and lifeless, tossed away here like common trash. it both angers and crushes her.

it’s something that has to be done, regardless. she tries thinking of it in a more positive manner, like jona taught her, and see it as something good coming from the destruction. the parts of other lost ones can be salvaged and refurbished to be used on someone who needs it so their life isn’t lost in vain. and sometimes sweeps of the junkyard provide them with something more in the form of an android still clinging to life. it doesn’t always end good, but sometimes it does.

either way the trip tonight goes, she’s grateful to have ezi by her side. even if they share different views on how some matters should be handled, his reliability and loyalty are things that she appreciates. “i was thinking that we’ll stick together tonight, keep a couple of yards between us while we sweep the area, and then we’ll look for the parts.” she finally speaks up, eyes on her feet so she doesn’t mistep as they make their way to one of the small, cleared paths. “how does that sound?”

After everything he’s been through, Ezi has seen himself a very strong individual. Not only physically, but psychologically. He’s tough when necessary, and also when it’s not necessary --- he could show a bit it more empathy towards those who created him, but all he can feel towards their species is hatred and disgust. The amount of hurt he had to endure to satisfy them... It is definitely something he will never forget, it is something that fuels him every single day to make a difference ( even though his way of making a difference is way more intense and extreme than what the leader of the defiant movement thinks ).

But he trusts her, he trusts and respects Skye as if she’s part of his family because, in fact, she is. The defiant movement and all of its members have become a part of Ezi’s family, once he cares and worries so much about them as well as does anything to make their lives at least a little bit better. He does what he does to give them a better future, a better life. He just wishes they could do it his way, it’d be so much more effective and fast... After all, humans can only learn through violence. Right?

Although, all that strength and toughness disappears the moment he steps into the junkyard. He hates what he sees and he can’t help the pressure he feels within his chest when he looks at the piles of ‘trash’ accumulated in the place. He clenches his jaw, to hold back the fluid that insists on trying to pour from his eyes every time he feels that pressure. But he recovers after a moment, with a frown formed on his forehead and fists very well tucked in the jacket pockets. He isn’t sure if that feeling is anger or sadness. Perhaps, both.

“That sounds good to me,” he finally says after a pause of silence after Skye asked a question, turning his gaze towards her so he can give her a reassuring nod. “Tell me if you find something... or someone. Hopefully, we can get someone out of here alive tonight.”

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the fucker that owns ishikawa:

“you may.“

rakish wink, impish smile– maverick’s in a pleasant mood. he rests his arms on the bar top, pleasantly humming along with the music pulsing from the speakers (low volume, a softer layer under the chatter of conversation). it’s a piano rendition of a kairos track, and mav leans in to hush, “i’m so damn sick of this song.“ his expression remains pleasant despite the sharp words. “i mean– it’s a hit. made ishikawa a lot of money, but.“

he doesn’t finish the thought. simply allows it to dangle in the air while he plucks a maraschino cherry from a glass bowl, white teeth fastening on the fruit to pluck it from the stem. it leaves a sticky, red gloss on his lips, and a little on his fingers.

“so. think you can make me a drink that’ll make the music more tolerable?”

The android watches the man lean in closer and he can’t help but take a few steps closer to the counter as well, listening closely to what he says before he lets a quiet and brief chuckle escape from his lips, his eyes almost disappear into a small crescent and he shrugs just slightly. “I like it, sir. It’s definitely a good song, Kairos is a very talented group. Definitely a hit, but I do like this piano version a lot more.”

His words are nothing but an easy way to please the human right in front of him, once Ezi knows exactly who the man is. Another one in his list of ‘detestable human beings’. But the smile never leaves the android’s face, his acting is way more important than his desire to hurt humans as much as they’ve hurt him.

“Oh, for sure! A little bit of alcohol can make anything a little bit more tolerable, sir --- and you’re talking to the best bartender in town.”

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— closed starter for @jia-sonae

Sometimes Ezi thinks he’s being tested. He doesn’t understand why or how, but he’s often the one sent to deal with humans whenever the movement has something to do with them --- and if there is one person that definitely shouldn’t be allowed to stay near human beings, that person is Ezi Kyu. No one knows how much he wants to get rid of all of them and make the world a better place for androids to live. Only androids.

But he has to control himself, he isn’t the one making important choices for the movement so he has to follow orders, and just like the good man he is, he stands at the door of the location where the defiants reunite to discuss what are the next steps to finally achieve what they want: freedom. 

He waits, and thankfully, it doesn’t take long for them to arrive. The android’s facial expression doesn’t change one bit when he looks at the human’s face, but he does move his body forward to approach them.

“Hi, Jia. Did you bring everything?”

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ddaeng‌:

there were few places hyungsik could muster the effort to appear in. hawaiian shirt with tattered jeans draped against his body, he was a sore spot- a stain that was easily noticeable. he was even approachable, his colorful shirt an invitation for others to join him despite the scowl permanently etched onto his face that told people otherwise. still, he tried to make conversation with people around him, those that shared the same taste in vices. often times than not, he’s spewing them words they want to hear– whispering in their ear about the beauty of life ( albeit begrudgingly ) and pushing another alcoholic drink towards them.

leaning against the bar, his hands trace the water mark that seemed to sit just on the surface, never settling as a small droplet settles onto his skin. he watches drip down, running towards his slender wrist with little care as the mundane conversations drags around him. he wants to cut the other person off, pause their thoughts and walk away, but he induces etiquette for he wasn’t paying for the drinks. 

he hears a voice calling his attention ( a saving grace ). as he looks up, meeting the eyes of his favorite bartender and immediately perking up, straightening himself up and ignoring the person next to him as they continue to spew on. 

“i can say the same to you, ezi,” he quips as he gives the other a softer smile. “you saved me from an incredibly mundane conversation. if i have to hear about him and his fish collection…” he trails off as he nudges the glass towards the bartender. “i’ll have a scotch, neat.”

He can’t help the short laugh that escapes from his parted lips after he listens to what the other man had to say, and he also can’t help but nod in agreement to what he said --- he’s had to deal with that same person in question earlier that night, another one of his oh so hated customers. The man mentioned by Ddaeng was a huge nuisance, always bothering and preventing Ezi from doing his job just to talk about something totally random he’s done the week before. Sometimes the android pretends he’s listening, but in his head, he’s calculating how fast he could shove a whole tall glass down the man’s throat --- just to shut him up, of course.

And the smile doesn’t leave his lips as he uses a white cloth to wipe a freshly washed glass, his eyes still fixed on Ddaeng’s face as he does so. “Oh, does that mean you owe me one? Because saving you from that dude is a big thing, you know. He’s the worst.” Ezi says and laughs again, his eyes almost disappear into small crescents.

He turns around for a brief moment though, his attention still turned to the human, and puts the clean glass in its place on a shelf before turning around to face Ddaeng again. Ezi leans on the counter and smiles again, this time a bit more friendly than he is with anyone else in the bar.

“What can I get you tonight, huh?”

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gross unknown human:

the night was cold, darkness illuminating throughout the area as the loud music blasted from the inside; a club, as she stood outside the place. the sound was enough to make her nauseous from the smell it emits; the reek of alcohol and sweat combined. and so she walked further and retreated. it was not her place ( at least not today ), she just couldn’t. she wanted someplace more calm yet packed with people─no, androids as they were her prey for tonight. good thing she had another plan prepared in case she backed out. 

there was a bar she have heard of based from her sources filled with androids, probably it was created by people who approved of androids  ( another set of people to be added on her list ). tonight, she was thana and any sign of nari was to be hidden hence the oversized black hoodie, the hood pretty much covering her identity, a mask hidden under it to cover her face when she did her kill for the day. she sat at one of the bar stools after invading the said place, acting as if she enjoyed their presence. 

she observed now carefully, looking for an easy target. her eyes travelled through the sea of androids. god, did she detest them. they were emotionless, metal machines who looked so… human, the way they socialize like humans, move like them and most importantly how some of them think the way humans did─like she did. and accepting these facts was the most difficult. how can she when androids were the reason over her parents’ death? there was time for her to stall for a bit, to make sure more of her target and so, she ordered a drink of her own with her face still hidden. she just needed enough time to buy her some time before the kill. // @inezistent

Words are not enough to describe how much he hated the screaming humans inside the bar. The place is known to be a safe place for androids to hang out at, but the majority of people in there is still human --- those dirty and disgusting bodies of yet-to-be-rotten meat. Simply disgusting, and even more disgusting when you stop to analyze their actions: the way they drink their alcohol or do their drugs, the way they eat whatever edible shit the bar serves, or the way sweat drips down their heads due to the temperature inside the bar. Filthy. So fucking filthy.

Ezi can’t help but have flashbacks of the time he’d have to touch those repugnant bodies, pretending that he enjoyed what they did to him. He feels a strange and bitter sensation in his engines when he remembers the smell and the sounds.

But if there is one thing androids are good at, it has to be to pretend. He can work all night in that nasty atmosphere with a bright smile on his face, acting as if he’s working the job of his dreams. He deals with drunk assholes with all the patience he pretends to have, despite the desire to punch each one of them. He needs the money, that’s all he has to think of when he feels like he’s going to snap at someone. He needs the money to keep him and Leon safe.

So he closes his eyes for a second, enough to bring him back to the reality of his situation, and walks to the customer he had spoken with just a few minutes before. He smiles at the woman and places the tall glass filled with some colorful alcoholic beverage and some ice cubes on the counter right in front of her, his head slightly tilted when he speaks again --- his voice sounds gentle and receptive.

“Here’s your drink, ma’am. I hope you enjoy it, and if you need anything else... I’m Ezi.” His words are followed by a friendly wink of his left eye.