[Connor moves to get a better view of the clothing laid out before him. It’s admittedly a nice selection — not overly plain, nor too eye-catching. The colors, cool greys and dark navy, don’t seem to be unreasonable either.
A glance at her direction, a spin of his LED in quiet blue.]
...actually, I had been taking about that with someone else I know, and recently. Admittedly it would be good to have another set of clothes for when we visit various worlds, but there hasn’t been a chance...
[He trails off, raising a brow only slightly in her direction. Barely noticeable.]
I’ll let you try on my jacket if you really want, but first— where did you get these?
[ She places her hands on her waist, puffing her chest out a bit and looking proud of herself. ]
It's the magic Astoria gave me. I can procure clothing out of thin air! Pretty neat, huh?
[ A majority of the clothes look like something that would come from modern day Earth. Not that A4 would recognize it. Her only understanding is that it looks either "cute" or "cool". ]
Some days it works, some days it doesn't. It's totally random and I can't make anything specific. I've been experimenting a ton, so there's sort of a pile growing in our room...
[That is... actually pretty useful. Connor can think of several applications of such a power, most of which center around keeping proper clothed to suit certain temperatures or climates, or for the sake of disguises or blending in more properly with foreign societies.
Nice, A4.]
And you thought of me, during all of your experimentation? Thank you, A4. That’s unexpectedly considerate.
[ On the other hand, A4 isn't... thinking much outside of the box. There is only one application she can think of for this and it's to look fashionable on their trip. Though, she can't be blamed when she has a lack of experience of being anywhere else besides her own world and the Circle. This is going to be her first world jump. ]
No problem, Connor! It took some work and I had multiple people in mind. These clothes are specially handpicked for you.
[ And the rest from the pile can go to others at a later date...
She can't really tell if he's truly being grateful or not... after being told that displaying isn't actually the same as feeling. It's weird. Nonetheless, she keeps on smiling, tossing up a peace sign with her fingers. Yeah!!! ]
Yes. I have to admit I’m curious about how some of these might look on me. And why you think certain outfits look better than others.
[When you’ve worn only one thing in your very short lifespan, you have no frame of reference for anything. Save him, A4, from Hank’s fashion influence. Friends don’t let friends dress in 70’s patterned dress shirts.
A navy hoodie catches his eye first, but Connor’s going to work at shrugging off his jacket in a practiced, smooth motion, and handing it to A4 with his fingers hooked into the collar.]
[ Despite her own short lifespan, playing dress up and looking great happens to be part of her pseudo teenage memories. She'll save you, Connor. Unless Hank provides a sound argument to wearing 70's patterned dress shirts, she may hesitantly listen to the human.
Carefully taking his jacket, she lifts it up to measure it against herself. The jacket is a little too big... regardless, she wastes no time slipping it over her small form. The sleeves are hiding her hands quite a bit. ]
...Yeah, I think you're right.
[ She sticks her tongue out, a ditzy smile pasted on her face. ]
I don't look much like an android from CyberLife, huh?
[Eyes taking in how the jacket falls across her own form (loosely), the way that the cut of the shoulders settle (too big), and how the sleeves look (too long), Connor raises a brow in her direction, mouth tugging upwards just ever so slightly.]
...Well. An android from CyberLife that's outfitted with the wrong size uniform, maybe.
[He reaches over to grab the hoodie, pulling it from its not-quite-neatly-folded stack.]
Otherwise, anyone would mistake you for the RK800 model.
[ A4 hardly expects someone like Connor to be telling jokes, but that has to be a joke. Smiling wider, she fails to resist a small laugh. The RK800 with silver hair and an eye patch. ]
Oh man, I'd be bad at detective work. I'll leave that job to you, Connor.
[ Despite the obviously incorrect fit, she doesn't bother removing the jacket. She twirls around twice, then meanders around the room's open space as she sways her arms back and forth. Don't mind her... she's getting a feel for the jacket. And goofing off a little.
Connor will find that the hoodie is surprisingly the right size. The clothing that she'd produced for A2 and Konoha were also a good fit. How that even works is a mystery. It could have something to do with whoever A4's thinking about at the time. Wow, magic. ]
[Jokes only of the most artful nature. Usually when they’re veiled in some kind of sass are they delivered unexpectedly, but sometimes Connor will offer them up with a friendly acquaintance. And the sight of A4 in his overlarge jacket, with the edges of sleeves that go too far down her hands, is worthy of a subtle, wry retort. The lettering of ‘RK800’ catches against the light, as if illuminating how incorrect the sight appears.]
But a feature of the RK800 is adaptability. I’m sure you’d be able to learn with the right guidance — in the meanwhile, your combat subroutines would be second-to-none.
[With that, Connor’s going to work on slipping the same navy hoodie over his head. A little bit of finagling later and he gets his arms through the sleeves, and his head pops out from the top; a strand of hair falls across his forehead as a result, upended from its usual spot. He presses his hands down the hoodie’s front to smooth out any wrinkles — it fits quite well.]
Remind me to go to you if I ever decide to play the role of detective.
[ What better guidance than go to the RK800 model itself?
She spins back around to face Connor, paying no mind as her energetic movement easily causes the over-sized jacket to start slipping off one of her shoulders. The smug little grin hasn't faded from her face as she pauses to assess his appearance.
The hoodie is nicely semi-fitted to him, comfortably snug on his shoulders. Clean design, no loud colors. The navy suits him. A relaxed look, without appearing sloppy either. Maybe he should just keep that extra strand of hair on his forehead too. (Please don't wear a beanie, Connor.)
Here it comes... her victory sign of approval. Give her a moment to wriggle her hand out of the sleeve to do her usual V-sign. ]
If you show interest in detective work, I'd even suggest that you come to me for it, A4. [Partly because if there's detective work to be done, Connor wants a part of that too; the very reason for his manufacturing feels neglected in the days that he's been a Circle member.
Ah, but there's that victory sign again. A gesture that he's only associated with her thus far, and fittingly appropriate -- energetic, upbeat. All part and parcel of her programming.
Regardless, Connor adjusts the bottoms of his sleeves, then brings a hand up to card through his hair. (You won't stop him from wearing a beanie if he so pleases!) And praise... even from another android, it's nice, making him grin just a little.]
[ With her current skills, A4 would serve better as a bodyguard than attempt an investigation on her own. Hopefully if such a need arises, it will be somewhere that she can actually venture in. Sitting around, being unable to help with the underwater caverns made her antsy.
Rolling up her sleeves to further free up her hands, she casually walks up, stepping around him to adjust the back of the hoodie by lightly tugging the edges. Merely a quick check to see if everything looks fine from the back just as it does the front. Hopefully he doesn't mind a bit of her minor fussing here and there. She didn't even try to politely ask. ]
[From one minor-fussing android to another, Connor doesn't seem to mind. He's the kind to mess with his hair here, flatten his tie there. Her eye for detail in regards to his appearance is a welcome one, especially since he can't properly view how he looks in the back without the aid of a mirror.
So he stands android-still as she fusses, the only movement being the turn of his head as he tries to track her movement behind him.]
Do you think that blues in general look better on me?
[It would make sense, he thinks. CyberLife's chosen uniform for him seemed to skew in that direction, though he had never really given it much thought until recently. No need to change what he was wearing, not back in Detroit.]
[ The lack of a mirror and a comb is a problem. Some vital tools she should keep in mind to bring for next time, if she can find one laying around somewhere. After a little more fussing, she shifts back around to his front and reaches up to lightly brush the strands of hair on his forehead to the side.
Taking a step back, she gives him another look over. There could be some extra work done, leaving some room for layering a jacket over the hoodie. Though it can work well enough on its own. ]
I think so. Mainly darker blues and grays. I guess CyberLife had the same line of thinking when they designed you, huh? [ The current selection of clothing does lean toward a similar color scheme. ] You might be able to pull off something in black. Maaaaybe some white? You know, just with that white shirt you have. Minus the jacket, with or without your tie.
[ There are many options to try and she'd need to see it. ]
I’m fine. Running at optimal baseline functionality.
[Ah, she need only ask about the comb. Connor is so fussy about his appearance (most especially the neatness of his hair), that one can probably assume that a comb lies close to the nearest mirror somewhere. Well-used, too, especially after all the shenanigans having to do with Lake Dona — how often did he have to comb back soaked hair, in the vain hope that it would remain in place?
The gesture is still…. something he’s unused to. Connor remains still, but his brow becomes taut when her fingers brush against his forehead, unused to this mode of physical contact.]
[ The question was more meant to ask on his feelings regarding his brand new hoodie. She should have specified. While not the answer she was looking for, the edges of her lips quirk into an amused grin. Still, good to know he's obviously running fine.
If he lends her a comb, she might never give it back. A4 needs to find a comb for herself! Tools for curling her hair (and others) would be nice too. And some cute accessories... ]
...Sure?
[ There's a noticeable pause, along with a rather reluctant-sounding "sure". She can at least hear out his question, while deciding whether or not she wants to actually answer. ]
Is having an interest in fashion a part of your programming? And if so, what's the reasoning behind it?
[It seems like a rather strange novelty, to delegate this tendency to a combat unit. Then again, A4 was the sort who appeared to always find herself beyond the realm of basic expectation.]
...My interest in fashion is a part of the false memory I was installed with.
[ While she's not bound to Command's rules anymore, she still doesn't want to go into the entire specifics. She'll let a few details slide. ]
I've said before they wanted diversity among my squadron. One android could have the memory of a bullied child and another would remember living a peaceful life on a farm. [ To name a few examples. ] It's different for each unit.
[ She just happens to be the cheerful, fashionable one of her squad. ]
[Right, he had gotten that explanation before. Pre-programmed false memories, faux backgrounds. Still an oddity for Connor, who stepped off the figurative assembly line as a blank slate — minus the critical information of what he was, what he was meant to do, mission statements clear in the HUD of an android.]
I’m only asking because I wonder if it’s… strange to be enthusiastic about a hobby that’s based on false experience.
[Maybe that’s poorly worded, he thinks, LED blinking. Trying again, not wishing to offend, and tugging mindlessly on the strings of his hoodie to make them even—]
I don’t really have interests or preferences like that. That’s why I’m curious.
[ Unless you're an enemy machine or calling her a machine, it's very difficult to offend an android like A4. She's almost always trying to find reasons to smile. ]
Well, I don't find it strange. Perhaps it's because the experience feels real. I guess... the strange part is that there are gaps in these memories. A lot of details about human civilization are still unfamiliar to me.
[ It's only a very small portion of a human lifetime. All she knows is that she was a schoolgirl. Even then, there were missing details here and there.
Her eyes focus on his tugging and... is that a piece of lint? She leans forward, reaching over to pluck at his sleeve. ]
[Still unmoving, with the exception the way his head tilts to track her fingers plucking away the wayward piece of lint. Thanks, A4.]
No. I didn’t have the luxury of considering something like a hobby for myself back in Detroit. There wasn’t much of a need for it.
[Here, though…]
However, during long stretches of time during our stay here, at the Temple, I’ve thought about finding a task to... facilitate self-betterment. To be more well-rounded to suit the unknown variables of upcoming missions.
[ In her line of work, there's not much need for her hobby either. Time in the Bunker was mostly training simulations, but there was some downtime that would allow her to doll up.
Just say you're bored, nerd. ]
We do have a fighting ring. You could hone your combat abilities there, I guess...?
[ A shrug. I guess?! She feels like she just gave him the lamest suggestion ever, despite being a combat unit. Admittedly, she does get an adrenaline rush from battle, but she never willingly seeks out a fight. She'd rather play dress up... ]
[ Of all the YoRHa units in the Circle, you had to ask the one who mostly comes off as fun and games. Although she'd prefer to do something else, she's not adverse to offering her assistance. Maybe he'll finally get to see why she's a combat unit. She was able to see her mission out to the very end, after all.
A4 sighs, but puts on a smile nonetheless. ]
Someday, sure.
[ You're going down, Connor.
Without warning, she steps forward to grab him by the arm. She was intending on towing him off somewhere, but... where is she even trying to go? Not even she knows. ]
[Grabbed by the arm, at least Connor was placated by her previous agreement. He steps away, though, yet not to detach himself— only to offer a tug in the right direction.]
Here, in the washroom.
[Connected to his room, not that he has much use for it. But there’s indeed a mirror in there, which does get more use than anything else of his, usually.]
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A glance at her direction, a spin of his LED in quiet blue.]
...actually, I had been taking about that with someone else I know, and recently. Admittedly it would be good to have another set of clothes for when we visit various worlds, but there hasn’t been a chance...
[He trails off, raising a brow only slightly in her direction. Barely noticeable.]
I’ll let you try on my jacket if you really want, but first— where did you get these?
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It's the magic Astoria gave me. I can procure clothing out of thin air! Pretty neat, huh?
[ A majority of the clothes look like something that would come from modern day Earth. Not that A4 would recognize it. Her only understanding is that it looks either "cute" or "cool". ]
Some days it works, some days it doesn't. It's totally random and I can't make anything specific. I've been experimenting a ton, so there's sort of a pile growing in our room...
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Nice, A4.]
And you thought of me, during all of your experimentation? Thank you, A4. That’s unexpectedly considerate.
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No problem, Connor! It took some work and I had multiple people in mind. These clothes are specially handpicked for you.
[ And the rest from the pile can go to others at a later date...
She can't really tell if he's truly being grateful or not... after being told that displaying isn't actually the same as feeling. It's weird. Nonetheless, she keeps on smiling, tossing up a peace sign with her fingers. Yeah!!! ]
Hey, wanna try one on right now?
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[When you’ve worn only one thing in your very short lifespan, you have no frame of reference for anything. Save him, A4, from Hank’s fashion influence. Friends don’t let friends dress in 70’s patterned dress shirts.
A navy hoodie catches his eye first, but Connor’s going to work at shrugging off his jacket in a practiced, smooth motion, and handing it to A4 with his fingers hooked into the collar.]
This might run a little too big for you.
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Carefully taking his jacket, she lifts it up to measure it against herself. The jacket is a little too big... regardless, she wastes no time slipping it over her small form. The sleeves are hiding her hands quite a bit. ]
...Yeah, I think you're right.
[ She sticks her tongue out, a ditzy smile pasted on her face. ]
I don't look much like an android from CyberLife, huh?
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...Well. An android from CyberLife that's outfitted with the wrong size uniform, maybe.
[He reaches over to grab the hoodie, pulling it from its not-quite-neatly-folded stack.]
Otherwise, anyone would mistake you for the RK800 model.
[Is he joking? He's probably joking.]
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Oh man, I'd be bad at detective work. I'll leave that job to you, Connor.
[ Despite the obviously incorrect fit, she doesn't bother removing the jacket. She twirls around twice, then meanders around the room's open space as she sways her arms back and forth. Don't mind her... she's getting a feel for the jacket. And goofing off a little.
Connor will find that the hoodie is surprisingly the right size. The clothing that she'd produced for A2 and Konoha were also a good fit. How that even works is a mystery. It could have something to do with whoever A4's thinking about at the time. Wow, magic. ]
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But a feature of the RK800 is adaptability. I’m sure you’d be able to learn with the right guidance — in the meanwhile, your combat subroutines would be second-to-none.
[With that, Connor’s going to work on slipping the same navy hoodie over his head. A little bit of finagling later and he gets his arms through the sleeves, and his head pops out from the top; a strand of hair falls across his forehead as a result, upended from its usual spot. He presses his hands down the hoodie’s front to smooth out any wrinkles — it fits quite well.]
What do you think?
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[ What better guidance than go to the RK800 model itself?
She spins back around to face Connor, paying no mind as her energetic movement easily causes the over-sized jacket to start slipping off one of her shoulders. The smug little grin hasn't faded from her face as she pauses to assess his appearance.
The hoodie is nicely semi-fitted to him, comfortably snug on his shoulders. Clean design, no loud colors. The navy suits him. A relaxed look, without appearing sloppy either. Maybe he should just keep that extra strand of hair on his forehead too. (Please don't wear a beanie, Connor.)
Here it comes... her victory sign of approval. Give her a moment to wriggle her hand out of the sleeve to do her usual V-sign. ]
Well, aren't you looking cool and cozy!
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Ah, but there's that victory sign again. A gesture that he's only associated with her thus far, and fittingly appropriate -- energetic, upbeat. All part and parcel of her programming.
Regardless, Connor adjusts the bottoms of his sleeves, then brings a hand up to card through his hair. (You won't stop him from wearing a beanie if he so pleases!) And praise... even from another android, it's nice, making him grin just a little.]
Is the color suitable?
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[ With her current skills, A4 would serve better as a bodyguard than attempt an investigation on her own. Hopefully if such a need arises, it will be somewhere that she can actually venture in. Sitting around, being unable to help with the underwater caverns made her antsy.
Rolling up her sleeves to further free up her hands, she casually walks up, stepping around him to adjust the back of the hoodie by lightly tugging the edges. Merely a quick check to see if everything looks fine from the back just as it does the front. Hopefully he doesn't mind a bit of her minor fussing here and there. She didn't even try to politely ask. ]
The navy works for you. Not too flashy, but nice.
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So he stands android-still as she fusses, the only movement being the turn of his head as he tries to track her movement behind him.]
Do you think that blues in general look better on me?
[It would make sense, he thinks. CyberLife's chosen uniform for him seemed to skew in that direction, though he had never really given it much thought until recently. No need to change what he was wearing, not back in Detroit.]
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Taking a step back, she gives him another look over. There could be some extra work done, leaving some room for layering a jacket over the hoodie. Though it can work well enough on its own. ]
I think so. Mainly darker blues and grays. I guess CyberLife had the same line of thinking when they designed you, huh? [ The current selection of clothing does lean toward a similar color scheme. ] You might be able to pull off something in black. Maaaaybe some white? You know, just with that white shirt you have. Minus the jacket, with or without your tie.
[ There are many options to try and she'd need to see it. ]
How are you feeling, by the way?
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[Ah, she need only ask about the comb. Connor is so fussy about his appearance (most especially the neatness of his hair), that one can probably assume that a comb lies close to the nearest mirror somewhere. Well-used, too, especially after all the shenanigans having to do with Lake Dona — how often did he have to comb back soaked hair, in the vain hope that it would remain in place?
The gesture is still…. something he’s unused to. Connor remains still, but his brow becomes taut when her fingers brush against his forehead, unused to this mode of physical contact.]
Can I ask you something about your programming?
[Seemingly related to nothing, but it is.]
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If he lends her a comb, she might never give it back. A4 needs to find a comb for herself! Tools for curling her hair (and others) would be nice too. And some cute accessories... ]
...Sure?
[ There's a noticeable pause, along with a rather reluctant-sounding "sure". She can at least hear out his question, while deciding whether or not she wants to actually answer. ]
What do you want to know?
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Is having an interest in fashion a part of your programming? And if so, what's the reasoning behind it?
[It seems like a rather strange novelty, to delegate this tendency to a combat unit. Then again, A4 was the sort who appeared to always find herself beyond the realm of basic expectation.]
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[ While she's not bound to Command's rules anymore, she still doesn't want to go into the entire specifics. She'll let a few details slide. ]
I've said before they wanted diversity among my squadron. One android could have the memory of a bullied child and another would remember living a peaceful life on a farm. [ To name a few examples. ] It's different for each unit.
[ She just happens to be the cheerful, fashionable one of her squad. ]
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I’m only asking because I wonder if it’s… strange to be enthusiastic about a hobby that’s based on false experience.
[Maybe that’s poorly worded, he thinks, LED blinking. Trying again, not wishing to offend, and tugging mindlessly on the strings of his hoodie to make them even—]
I don’t really have interests or preferences like that. That’s why I’m curious.
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Well, I don't find it strange. Perhaps it's because the experience feels real. I guess... the strange part is that there are gaps in these memories. A lot of details about human civilization are still unfamiliar to me.
[ It's only a very small portion of a human lifetime. All she knows is that she was a schoolgirl. Even then, there were missing details here and there.
Her eyes focus on his tugging and... is that a piece of lint? She leans forward, reaching over to pluck at his sleeve. ]
Ever consider trying a hobby, Connor?
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No. I didn’t have the luxury of considering something like a hobby for myself back in Detroit. There wasn’t much of a need for it.
[Here, though…]
However, during long stretches of time during our stay here, at the Temple, I’ve thought about finding a task to... facilitate self-betterment. To be more well-rounded to suit the unknown variables of upcoming missions.
[aka hE’S BORED]
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Just say you're bored, nerd. ]
We do have a fighting ring. You could hone your combat abilities there, I guess...?
[ A shrug. I guess?! She feels like she just gave him the lamest suggestion ever, despite being a combat unit. Admittedly, she does get an adrenaline rush from battle, but she never willingly seeks out a fight. She'd rather play dress up... ]
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I’ve visited a couple of times to observe. I’ve even sparred with some of my closer acquaintances.
[It’s no detective work, though. No problem-solving, no analytical thinking. HIs entire means of function has been waylaid and it’s rather bothersome.
But…]
Actually, A4, would you mind sparring with me someday? You were designed for combat, so I’m sure there’s a lot I could learn from you.
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A4 sighs, but puts on a smile nonetheless. ]
Someday, sure.
[ You're going down, Connor.
Without warning, she steps forward to grab him by the arm. She was intending on towing him off somewhere, but... where is she even trying to go? Not even she knows. ]
...Got a mirror, somewhere?
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Here, in the washroom.
[Connected to his room, not that he has much use for it. But there’s indeed a mirror in there, which does get more use than anything else of his, usually.]
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