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[Despite the clarification, Connor is slightly suspicious, but not enough to actually think it's the main motivator for her question. She probably is genuinely curious, at least primarily, and he considers the question again for a few moments before responding.]

DNA would obviously not be human and therefore likely return a result of unknown origin. However, presuming biological functions are generally similar, then I would probably still get results for secondary tests such as blood alcohol content.

[No reason the lab analysis wouldn't work, but results might be a little skewed especially as far as what would be considered 'normal'. But as for the last part--]

I doubt desire to kiss anyone will be an issue. The positive physiological effects that kissing produces in humans and similar species aren't a factor for androids, and so any kissing done is typically for a human's benefit only.

[Except for a case where it might be used for manipulation or something, but fortunately none of Connor's cases ever involved that being necessary to test out. He isn't ruling out the idea that androids may eventually find kissing to be a positive experience in its own right as they--if they get the chance to--develop as a species and culture, but for now the whole idea holds absolutely no interest to him other than curiosity.]

[ Kill her now. The temptation to just hurl herself dramatically over the nearest edge into the sea is growing stronger by the second. ]

Oh. So, like. [ A pause. She's trying to figure out how to word this delicately. Since, you know, she's obviously so good at that. ] You don't want to kiss anyone, okay. That's cool.

[ There's the opportunity to dig herself further here but she (thankfully) doesn't take it. There's still a lot of questions buzzing around in her head, now more than answers but. It's interesting. He's definitely an impressive individual. ]

Smooching's overrated anyway. Like, it's enjoyable enough but- [ There's a lot of feelings that generally come with it that are gross. No thanks. ] It's not for everyone, I guess.

[He tilts his head slightly to the side as he watches her fumble over her response, trying to decide if he wants to keep tormenting her or, alternatively, see what she'll do if he encourages her. Deviant or not, understanding and integrating with people is still a strong underlying directive, and one of the best ways to do that is to let them keep talking about whatever they're thinking about.

Eventually, he decides to go with a bit of both options.]

You seem uncomfortable. Your questions are not offensive, if that's what you're concerned about.

[Genuine questions don't bother him, and she's not being insulting or anything. Maybe if he reassures her a little, she'll keep going and he can get a better idea of what she's thinking.]

[ Oh. ]

Ah, okay- I guess. I've met androids. There's a couple here! But, I'unno. [ She's trying. ] I don't wanna', like, get all deep and personal and invasive even if I'm curious about it all. You feeling stuff, maybe not wanting to be a person but... not what you were?

I get that. I really do.

[ She relates to that on a level deeper than even she realizes. While Rose didn't want to associate with her own kind anymore, being human wasn't feasible. She never would actually be no matter how much she fit in. And honestly? After all this time, she's not sure she wants to be human after all. So she was just this nebulous species in the middle that felt horribly displaced no matter the reality she was in.

But also, on a less serious and existential note: ]

I also am having a hard time wrapping my around why they made you so stupid handsome and then didn't give you a desire to kiss, like. That just seems unfair. [ That was likely the weirdest compliment ever, Connor. Enjoy it? She still doesn't want to kiss him or anything, but. Even she can recognize objective attractiveness when she sees it. ]

[The first part of that response is a little more serious and complicated than he'd been expecting, and so he decides to think about it while he answers the last part instead.]

I'm a prototype model designed to work as a detective. Because I'm meant to both bond with human coworkers and be effective during investigations, I was designed to be as visually appealing as reasonably possible. Humans are more likely to trust and feel positively towards those they find attractive.

[They're stupid like that.]

However, 'desires' are not programmed into us, because androids are not supposed to have autonomous thought or motivations. Those that do are... In that in-between state.

[The one she mentioned indirectly, about not being what they were but not being human either. He doesn't want to be human--he doesn't even like humans, with rare exceptions--but he doesn't want to be a machine-like android either. But he also isn't sure how much he really fits in as a deviant android either.]

[ A shining example of that stupidity is standing right in front of him. ]

Huh. [ That's all she seems to say at first. It reminds her, a little bit, of how Sorrow said they'd picked forms that would be appealing to the majority of the people that came through The Door when she called him a Hottie McHotterson. ] That makes sense. The attractive thing. I am absolutely a sucker for cute brunettes.

[ Which isn't a come on, exactly. She likes her forms a litter curvier than Connor these days. Most days. Sexuality is fluid, okay. ]

Not quite human, not quite android anymore. At least not by the definition other people have set. Just kind of stuck in the middle, huh? I'm sorry. I know that sucks.

It works quite effectively.

[He's shameless about it, although that's likely because it's been passive for the most part; sure, he's used looking attractive and disarming to his advantage in getting people to trust or sympathize with him, but it was a backup to the rest of his negotiating skills and not the main point. He's not sure that, now that he's deviant, he would be willing to even go as far as fake flirting.

But it's unlikely a situation will ever happen that requires testing it anyway, and so he just ignores the entire thought. Instead he refocuses on what he's here to do, which is keep testing the soil, and he moves to a different area to do so.]

I'm adjusting. I've been far more fortunate in my situation than many others were and are.

[In that he's been basically left to his own devices in Hadriel, and allowed to slowly figure things out on his own. Of course, there's also the downside of being completely cut off from others of his species, but he also isn't at constant risk of being murdered for existing.]

[ N doubt. All it takes is someone being nice to her for more than five minutes at a time and boom, they're friends. ]

Yeah, I imagine that... being separated from home kind of sucks? But also might be kind of nice, too, if things are kind of. Unsure, back home.

[ She does get that though. Haven was the first time she was able to really be herself and learned what that meant outside the context of having to hide everything about her.

For as terrible as Hadriel has been in some ways, in being true to herself... Well, she can't actually really complain. ]

[Unsure is definitely a way to put it, but he doesn't want to get into it too much and so he just sort of nods before diverting from the conversation.]

I've checked a few areas, and I can transfer the chemical analysis to your phone if you don't mind.

[He holds out a hand, clearly wanting her phone; it'll be easier to just transfer it that way, than to bother putting it on his phone and then sending it to her.]

[ Yeah, feelings about complicated world matters suck. Fuck that. ]

Oh, yeah, dude- That'd be sweet. Thanks again for helping out with all this, like. It's not important to everyone but the orchard is kind of my zen place so.

[ As she talks, she'll hold out her phone for him to do that robot thing he does. That's gotta be so convenient. ]

You're welcome. It's...

[Speaking of feelings being difficult, he has to figure out how to explain what he feels.]

It's nice to do something useful.

[And as he says that, he allows his synthetic skin to retract from his fingertips, touching them to to her phone and transferring the information in a moment.]

Yeah, it's-

[ There's a mental record scratch moment at the sight of his hand. Sure, he'd licked dirt and shown off his cool LED and she knows he's an android but it's another thing entirely to see the skin beneath the synthetic projection. ]

Woah, dude. That's super cool.

[He smiles just a little at that, though he soon pulls his hand from the phone and his synthetic skin covers his fingers once again.]

It's convenient to connect with electronics in such a way, and androids can also share information and memories through contact.

[Although obviously that isn't a thing here.]

[ She wonders, actually, if he might be able to hook up to things in the lab... Alphys would probably find that pretty cool, too. ]

I'll say. The memory share thing seems kind of, I don't know. I don't think I'd like but I can see where it'd be handy.

[He's definitely considered trying, but hasn't done it for a few reasons. Yet.]

That's understandable. Sharing memories and information that way isn't normal for your species.

[He presumes anyway, but he thinks that's probably a safe guess at her response. But for androids, it's something built into them; android culture hasn't exactly had much of a chance to develop--and might never have the chance--but it's starting out with interfacing being a normal thing for them.]

[ Yet. ]

Not exactly, no- There are some yokai that deal with memories but not like that. I generally gotta' share my memories the old-fashioned way.

[ Which, uh. Honestly kind of sucks! ]

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