#though I mean. I did do wireless. it just wasn’t part of the *official* series

[phoebe-delia]

Midnights drops in like less than 24 hours. So here’s my preemptive apology to you all and to Drarry for whatever fresh hell I’ll be inspired to put them through.

[murumokirby360]

My 8bitdo Pro 2 Review - Part 5 (w/ my paper dolls) [Mar 4, 2022]

Hello! Here’s Part 5 of my new 8bitdo gamepad, the Pro 2 Bluetooth Gamepad/Controller! 🎮😁

And today’s series of comparisons, I’m bringing out another controller to the party; my trusty (wave blue🌊🔵) Sony PS4 DualShock 4 V2 controller!

So, if you haven’t seen my Part 4 comparison, then please [CLICK ME!].

So, without further ado, let’s get started:

1st & 2nd Image(s) ↑:

• As you’ve already known, that two 8bitdo controllers’ (my old broken SN30 Pro+ on the left & Pro 2 on the right) button layout (as well as my older & broken Logitech F310 controller) mimics the PlayStation style layout, or you might call it “Symmetrical” controller layout.🎮

3rd & 4th Image(s) ↑:

• But, not all, however, as based on their material used, the Pro 2’s pattern for instance trying to copy the grip pattern on the DualShock 4 controller, with slightly different. While the SN30 Pro+ doesn’t, due to glossy (liked) texture.

5th to 7th Image(s) ↑:

• Not only that, their shoulder & trigger buttons from both 8bitdo controllers (SN30 Pro+ & Pro 2) are also different yet the same written commands (of L1, L2, R1 & R2) as the original DualShock controllers. Others like EXT/Extension port & 3.5 mm audio jack and micro USB port are not the same as the two aforementioned 8bitdo controllers, based on their judgment designs. Analog stick caps, on the other hand, are not matched as the DS4 controller, so don’t expect to do swapping with DS4 & 8bitdo, because it’ll mess up really bad.

• In my experience, I prefer 8bitdo’s portion space of shoulder & trigger buttons over the DualShock 4, the latter of which wasn’t enough room for my whole index & middle fingers to rest on. As for the micro USB port from the DualShock 4, let’s be clear, the type C port is started to become standard for all tech items & soon will be obsolete for the old Micro port. Sony should update on their DualShock 4 sooner or maybe take notes from Nintendo Switch’s pro controller (and also Xbox wireless controllers [from 360 to One] for battery swap support), before the release of the PS5 & the DualSense controller. Uh yeah, and did I mention about DS4’s “Share” & “Option” buttons as “Select” & “Start” respectively? I sometimes having trouble though, not just the wrong place, but also the lack of pressing during my gameplay.😣

8th Image ↑:

• My paper dolls say that my 8bitdo controllers are far better than my DS4, in terms of comfort & reaching buttons. You know what, you’re absolutely right. But, that doesn’t mean my (genuine Sony brand) DS4 is the worst controller. I still need that controller for playing PlayStation 4 (pro) console.😉

• Now, what about their weights? ⚖️ Well, here are their stats:

8bitdo SN30 Pro+’s weight:

🔋 With Battery Pack: 222g (official weigh), 220g (using my cheap digital scale)

❌🔋 Without Battery Pack: 192g (using my cheap digital scale)

8bitdo Pro 2’s weight:

🔋 With Battery Pack: 228g (official weigh), 225g (using my cheap digital scale)

❌🔋 Without Battery Pack: 197g (using my cheap digital scale)

Sony DS4’s weight: 208g/218g (official weighs [1st & 2nd gen]), 219g (using my cheap digital scale)

• As you saw their official & non-official weigh stats, both 8bitdo controllers are slightly heavier than the DualShock 4 controller, in terms of battery equipment on the two aforementioned 8bitdo controllers. But, without their battery packs, they’re become lighter.🪶

9th & 10th Image(s) ↑:

• Lastly, here’s the extended comparison for Part 4 (as promised). The Pro 2’s LED light is leaf-like green compared to SN30 Pro+’s yellow-ish green color light. To be honest, they’re both bright in the shade, with the Pro 2’s light notably better than the predecessor. There’s one more though that has changed, I’ll show ya, coming soon.

Overall:

• Their appearances, ergonomics & style are respectfully different for my DualShock 4 & two 8bitdo controllers yet differ owing to 8bitdo’s retro style inspiration, but their symmetrical layouts are pretty much identical. And to that, I have no complaints (with few exceptions for the DS4).

Now that I’m done with my observation comparison, the next part is the moment that I’ve been waiting for. So, please stick around, cause I’m doing my gameplay test w/ my new 8bitdo Pro 2 gamepad on PC (and also my android phone, very soon 🎮📲)! 🎮🖥️😁 But, which wireless connection should I start first? 🤔 I can’t tell though, so I’ll see you at Part 6!😉

Well, that’s all for now. If you haven’t seen my previous parts of the same item, as well as my previous 8bitdo review items, then I’ll provide some links down below.↓😉

My 8bitdo USB Wireless Adapter ‘PS Classic Edition’: • Opening parcel [Aug 27, 2020] • Part 1 [Aug 28, 2020] • Part 2 [Aug 28, 2020] • Part 3 (Recorded video) [Aug 28, 2020] • Part 4 (Recorded Video) [Aug 28, 2020] • Part 5 (Recorded Video) [Aug 28, 2020] • Part 6 (Recorded Video) [Oct 20, 2020] • Part 7 (Recorded Video) [Oct 28, 2020] • Part 8 (Recorded Video) [Nov 14, 2020] • Part 9 (Recorded Video) [Nov 14, 2020] • Part 10 [Final] (Recorded Video) [Nov 16, 2020] • Extra Part / Final Plus [Nov 25, 2020]

My 8bitdo SN30 Pro+ gamepad: • Unopened parcel [Nov 3, 2020] • Opening parcel (Recorded Video) [Nov 3, 2020] • Part 1 [Nov 19, 2020] • Part 1.5 [Nov 19, 2020] • Part 2 [Nov 27, 2020] • Part 2.5 [Nov 27, 2020] • Part 3 [Dec 1, 2020] • Part 4 [Dec 3, 2020] • Part 5 [Dec 8,2020] • Part 6 [Dec 11,2020] • Part 7 [Dec 20, 2020] • Part 8 [Jan 19, 2021] • Part 9 [Mar 27, 2021] • Part 10 [Mar 27, 2021] • Part 10.5 [Mar 27, 2021] • Part 11 (w/ 8bitdo’s Ultimate Software ver. 2.0) [May 11, 2021] • Part 12 [Jun 3, 2021] • Part 12.5 [Jun 3, 2021] • Part 13 [Jul 31, 2021] • Part 14 [Aug 17, 2021] • Part 15 (Macros mapping - 1st attempt) [Oct 9, 2021] • Part 16 (Macros mapping - 2nd attempt) [Oct 9, 2021] • Part 17 (Serious problem after testing) [Oct 10, 2021] • Part 18 (Equipped w/ Panasonic Eneloop AA Batteries) [Oct 18, 2021] • Part 19 (Final) [Nov 9, 2021] My 8bitdo SN30 Pro 2 gamepad: • Unopening parcel [Oct 28, 2021] • Opening parcel (Recorded Video) [Oct 29, 2021] • Part 1 [Dec 2, 2021] • Part 2 (Recorded Video) [Dec 4, 2021] • Part 3 [Feb 21, 2022]

• Part 4 [Feb 26, 2022]

[leggomylino]

[𝙻𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐… 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝…]

❧

You notice in the hall on your way out of the kitchen that Han’s taken off as well, with his things gone. You’re a bit puzzled and disappointed that he didn’t bother to let you know he was leaving, or why he’d even come by in the first place, but you decide to ignore it and make your way into the family room instead. 

When you get there you plop yourself down on the leather sofa and immediately begin to flip through your Netflix account. 

Anime...action movies...comedy...romance…

You manage to narrow it down to two choices by the time Jae walks in with your drink and his, along with a few bags of chips and other junk food shoved under his arms.

“What are we watching? Your Lie In April?” 

“I finished it already,” you say, having binge watch the second half a few days ago. “It was really sad. I cried. A lot.”

“You watched it without me?!”

“Sorry. The power went out from that storm, but I had the rest of the series downloaded on my phone, so I watched it while I waited for the lights to come back on. Thankfully I keep three wireless power banks in my room so I was good the whole night. ♥ ”

“Hmm...I guess your half of the city did go through a power outage…”

“What do you mean you guess?!”

He smirks and flicks a chip your way, dropping a handful of trail mix into his mouth. “Just play something already. I oughta make you suffer back through it, but because I’m such a nice caring brother I won’t.”

You both smile as you put on a random movie. ❧

It’s about two-thirds into the movie when you look over and realize Jaemin is fast asleep. He’s leaning back in a hunched-over position, a few chip crumbs on his face and a pretzel stick hanging out of his mouth as he’s snoring softly. You giggle to yourself, muting the volume and silently shutting off the tv, since you weren’t really that interested in what was going on anyway. Something about a guy skipping town to chase after the girl he likes, only to realize she’s already moved on...then halfway through the film he gains superpowers…? You dunno, it was weird.

You get up as carefully as you can, not wanting to disturb him (though you made sure to remove the pretzel to avoid a choking hazard) and gently toss a blanket over him, collecting the trash and snacks and turning out the lights on your way out. 

Curiosity gets the better of you as you’re tossing empty things into the recycling bin, and your jaw nearly hits the floor when your eyes meet the label on Jae’s drink.

𝖵𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂 𝖬𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖺 𝖠𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈 𝟣𝟢 𝗉𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗌 𝖬𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖺 𝟧 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗈 𝟪 𝗉𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗌 𝖲𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖤𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗉

The worst part was that you knew your brother: every morning he had a triple shot cappuccino. He had since he first started working at sixteen.

How on earth was he asleep right now?! Wait, scratch that-- how was he even alive?!

He shouldn’t be drinking something this strong and ridiculously sweet in his worn-out condition; heck, no one should. Ever. Even if they weren’t overly sleep deprived and sickly. Having anything over five shots of espresso a day (not at once) was overkill and should be labeled a health violation, in your humble opinion at least.

It takes all your willpower not to march back in there and flip his sorry butt off the couch to yell at him for being such a dummy. But he needs his rest, you know, so you decide to take a rain check and scold him later; instead you get him a glass of water and a couple Advil in case he wakes up with a headache, as well as a few crackers to take it with.

You notice it’s raining as you make your way upstairs to your room. April showers, as they say. You couldn’t wait ‘til May, when the flowers would begin to fully bloom around the neighborhood and out back in your parent’s garden.

The first thing you notice when you cross the threshold into your sanctuary, however, is that your phone is blowing up like crazy. 

Sheesh. Now what’s going on?

You shuffle over to check what the four-one-one is all about, having to shield your eyes a moment because you forgot you left your brightness setting on max. 

You frown, wondering what it is they want to talk to you about.

Then you remember what day it is.

Tomorrow is the official release of Ultrascape!

Exhilarated, you type back a quick reply.

You sigh; you don’t even wanna ask what the cop thing is about. Maybe you should just walk or take a cab instead…

❧

[𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚞𝚙! 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, (𝚢/𝚗) 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝟸. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍.]

[𝙻𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐… 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝…] 

❧

There’s a persistent ringing sound when you wake up, though it sure as hell doesn’t sound like your alarm. Who the Davy is here so early…?

Probably just one of those door-to-door salesmen trying to sign you up for cable or high-speed internet. You choose to ignore it…

...Then it hits you like a ton of bricks. April 29th. Ultrascape. Felix’s house. Han. Not only that, but Jaemin--

...No, he probably went to work already. But you had work to do as well! Starting with your hair!! Shoot, what were you going to wear?! You hadn’t even showered yet!

Springing up into a sitting position, a few cheese puffs and potato chips go flying out of your hair and off your bed as you look around groggily yet wildly for your phone, clearing away the bags of junk food and five varying consoles and controllers you’d shifted through almost the entire night. You hadn’t been able to sleep regularly; you weren’t sure when you finally crashed; you were too worried about Jaemin, and what the heck you were going to do with all that annoyingly fake “fan mail.” Ugh. Normally you just stuffed it into the trash and one time down the garbage disposal; but that had resulted in too much wasted time and effort, so most likely trash it was. You’d haul it on your way out; for now you leave it shoved into the closet and pick out something to wear at random, jumping into the shower. 

You hear your phone buzz mid-shower, only checking it after you’ve secured on your outfit consisting of an oversized T-shirt and jeans, whipping your hair up into a messy ponytail to match. You grab your crossbody bag on your way out, texting down the stairs.

The moment you throw yourself out the door Sungie starts the engine, checking over his shoulder left and right.

You give him a bizarre look as you clamber into the passenger seat. “The heck are you looking for?”

“Cops. One drove by earlier and I had to hide in the backseat.”

“Wouldn’t he recognize your car and license plates…?”

“Not with how fast I was going.”

“...Should I walk? Or call an Uber?”

“If you’re gonna keep being a thot.”

“...That’s not...that’s not even…” You sigh, laughing. “Just drive. Legally, please.”

“I am the most legal--”

You groan. He stares at you a moment before rolling his eyes, shifting into Reverse.

“Yes ma’am.”

❧

[𝙷𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢.]

❧

During the drive your mind wanders whilst staring sleepily out the window. Thankfully Han keeps within the speed limit, but though his mouth is running ninety miles an hour, you aren’t hearing a word of it. There are more important topics clouding your thoughts right now.

Firstly, there’s Jaemin. He looked just awful when he came to visit. You recall the way his cheeks were sunken in slightly, his whole posture rigid and looking like it was ready to crumble any minute. You didn’t remember him being so pale before. Or looking so worn out and utterly exhausted. The fact that he was keeping it from you didn’t help ease your concern either; if anything, it made it worse. It definitely made it worse.

But what about you? What about your health? Lately you’d been feeling mostly fine, with a few minor episodes here and there mainly due to late nights staying up to tackle the Elite Four or work tirelessly to unlock secret otome routes. No big deal.

Wasn’t it, though? Isn’t what you’re doing no different than what Jae was doing to you?

The thought of this stings a little, you’re not gonna lie. You clutch your bag in your lap a little tighter. Maybe you should be more open and honest about what’s going on in your life…

But why? Why should you? Your health has been basically average. Nothing particularly bad to report. And it’s not like they’ve asked you to tell them. And you wouldn’t want to worry them anyway…

...That’s probably how Jaemin feels. Not wanting you to worry. Keeping it locked up inside. Brushing it off as nothing. That wasn’t healthy. You’d want him to tell you the second he felt a sneeze coming on...y’know, if it was related to something serious…

So should you tell them then? Han and the others were your friends, after all. Jaemin was your brother, for Pete’s sake.

And yet…

It was just anxiety. Just a bit of anxiety, y/n, that’s all. Nothing to freak out and have anxiety about. ...Dear stars, you were about to have anxiety about anxiety.

Ugh.

The four dorks...okay, three, since one was here...the three dorks waiting for you now with the fourth one running his mouth over the speed limit were your friends: Hyunjin, Jisung (or Han, as he often went by), Felix, and Jeongin. After you’d gotten sick and your university granted you a leave of absence, most of your old friends, who mostly consisted of girls...scratch that, all of your old friends, who all consisted of girls...had basically dumped you, completely cutting you off. They only pretended to be your friends now in the form of “fan mail” to get to Jaemin; you never heard from any of them otherwise. They just didn’t get it, didn’t know how to handle you up and leaving all of a sudden. You didn’t look sick; you looked fine to them. So why were you quitting school? 

You weren’t quitting, you told them. Just taking a break. Doctor’s orders.

They still didn’t get it.

So it’s needless to say you had concerns about whether or not to tell these guys. Would they feel the same way? Would they cast you out as well? 

They hadn’t so far. At least not the one that found out; but up to this point it’d been okay. Felix just seemed like the kind of guy you could tell anything to, and he’d respectfully keep it in confidence. And as of yet, he’d kept that promise.

The day you told Felix was only a week ago. ...Well, the day he found out, rather. He’d showed up unexpectedly at your door while you were having an episode, almost like fate had called him there. While you fought to get your breathing under control and keep your eyes focused on him, the world spinning around you, he tilted his head and asked you what was the matter. 

“It’s nothing, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“...You don’t look fine. Can I come in?” 

You’d let him in, it would have been rude and suspicious not to after all, not to mention proving his point that you were indeed not fine. He closed the door behind him just as the last snow of February began to fall.

It was like he knew exactly what to do; he walked you right to the back of the house, to the garden your mother had planted for your father when he needed inspiration for his photography. You loved that garden; you could sense the love your mother had put into it every time you walked out there, strolling aimlessly among the flowers and strawberry crops. The two of you sat curled up on the carpet for hours, where he told you random facts about flowers, stories of his childhood, and the things he both loved and hated about the gaming world, all while watching the last snowfall before Spring collect silently on the roof of your father’s greenhouse.

It was nice. Your mother was a travel agent and your father was always traveling for his job as well, so they were rarely ever home, mainly just during the holidays. It’d been nice to have such company other than Jae’s weekly visits...warm...intriguely inviting... 

You’d only known them for a few months, but so far they’d treated you like family. Every one of them had become a precious friend to you.

Which is why it broke your heart that you couldn’t tell them about your condition. 

What condition? I don’t have a condition, I’m fine. It’s just random attacks of anxiety. Not even “attacks” really, just--

“(Y/n)?”

“Wha!!”

You launch yourself back in your seat, suddenly reconnected with reality. The car’s stopped running, and you’re sitting on the side of the road in the middle of a really ritzy neighborhood. These people have to do something big for a living to afford the luxury here.

You’re wondering why y’all didn’t just pull into one of the huge spacious driveways, but when you look to your left you see that it’s already full; if that is indeed Felix’s house, that is. You aren’t sure, honestly; you’ve never been to the guy’s house before.

But now you understand why he’s always wearing the latest fashion.

Han’s looking at you like you’re a bit off your rocker, and he slowly takes off his seat belt, tucking his keys into his jeans pocket and unlocking the doors. “You okay? Have you been spaced out this whole time?”

“...I mean...I would say no, but that’d be a lie.”

He makes an offended memey expression before opening the door. “Stay there. I’ll open the door for you. I’m scared you’ll attract the cops with how wacky you’re acting.”

You tell him, politely put, shove off and drop the stupid cop scare already, then scramble out of the vehicle. 

But as you’re walking up the driveway and onto the sidewalk leading up to what you hope is the right house, Han suddenly cringes, turning around and awkwardly...striding?...back to the car.

You glare at him over your shoulder. “Where are you going? Is this not the right house?”

He’s waving you off without looking back, fumbling to pull his keys back out of his tightass hoochie pants. “No, no! That’s it! 363 Ambers Street! Just ring the doorbell or whatever and he’ll be down in a sec! If he’s not playing anything...I, uh, got something I forgot to do!”

He’s hightailing it out of there before you can even begin questioning him.

❧

[𝙷𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢.]

❧

Very nice. Ditching a lady at a place she’s never been before...even if it is another friend’s house…

You shake your head, making the rest of your way up the sidewalk. 

You pause just before the door, feeling something inside you freeze. Nerves, maybe? …

❧

[𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 (𝚢/𝚗) 𝚍𝚘?    𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  ➤𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢    𝙱𝚊𝚐    𝚁𝚞𝚗 ]

You look around. It’s only you.

[𝙳𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 (𝚢/𝚗)?  ➤𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢    𝙰𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢    𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑    𝙸𝚝𝚎𝚖 ]

[𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙾/𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂/𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂 -

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: (𝚢/𝚗)

𝙻𝚟. 𝟸 

𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎: 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 (𝙼𝙸𝙰)

𝙸𝚝𝚎𝚖: 𝙿𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢

𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚗 (𝚢/𝚗)’𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚝 𝙻𝚟 .𝟷

𝙷𝙿: 𝟷𝟾/𝟸𝟶

𝙰𝚃𝙺.: 𝟷𝟶

𝙳𝙴𝙵.: 𝟾

𝚂𝙿.𝙰𝚃𝙺.: 𝟷𝟸

𝚂𝙿.𝙳𝙴𝙵.: 𝟺

𝚂𝙿𝙳.: 𝟿

𝙴𝚇𝙿.: 𝟸𝟽

𝙰𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢: 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 - 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐.]

There’s nothing else for it.

[𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 (𝚢/𝚗) 𝚍𝚘?  ➤𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝   𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢    𝙱𝚊𝚐    𝚁𝚞𝚗 ]

❧

You knock on the door at first, but halfway through your usual method of knocking you realize you could have just rang the dang doorbell. Nice one, (y/n)...why am I so nervous?

You quickly ring the doorbell, taking a step back and clinging for dear life to the strap across your bodice. You can feel your hands start to sweat, causing you to let go every few seconds to swipe them against you shirt or the sides of your jeans. Felix answers not too long after, an annoyed expression on his face as he squints into the harsh sunlight. It morphs into a lopsided grin at the sight of you standing on his front porch. “Hey.”

C’mon, (y/n)...if you can just say something not dumb…

You wrack your brain for something smart and witty to reply with. Something cute and charming that doesn’t sound too forward or, for lack of a better word, desperate. 

There’s just...something about this guy...

You swallow dryly. Cute and charming. Not forward, not desperate. Cute and charming cute and charming cute and charming━

“Uh...hi.”

Was that good? Did I do okay? I━

[𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚞𝚙! 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, (𝚢/𝚗) 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝟹. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍.]

[𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜! 𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢!]

[𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢. 𝙱𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍, 𝚘𝚛...𝟶𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟶𝟷𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟷𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟷𝟶…]

[𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍.]

He chuckles at the strange look on your face from thinking too hard, holding the door open wider to welcome you inside.

“Hey. C’mon in. The others should be here any minute.”

It takes your legs a minute to get the memo, but once they do you follow him into the house, the door closing behind you.

❧

[𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎? ➤ 𝚈𝚎𝚜    𝙽𝚘]

[𝚂𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐… 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛…]

[(𝚢/𝚗) 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎.]

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𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚢 𝙶𝚊𝚖𝚎  → 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 |  [𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛!𝙹𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚡 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛!𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚡]

[ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙱/𝚈 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 //  ➤ 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙰/𝚇 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 ] 

[nycbecomehuman]

Series: Detroit: Become Human Rating: T Genre: Adventure/Drama/Action (eventual romance) Summary: Before Connor, first of the RK800 line, began his fateful investigation of deviant androids, there was Jacob, the RK700 that preceded him. He failed in his assignment, but he did not go quiet into the night when he was decommissioned. Rather, he became the thing he had once hunted and disappeared into the depths of New York City in search of a new life.

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Part 8 - Unattended

The truck had carried him further than Seven had dared to hope it would by the time it exited the freeway half an hour later. He peered carefully out from under the tarp after donning his backpack once more, and was relieved to see no one else around, no doubt thanks to the hour, which meant there was no one but the driver to witness the quick exit he made from the trailer. He kept low and ducked behind the limited cover provided by a light post before peering back at the truck to see if the driver had, in fact, spotted him.

Luckily, the night seemed to be wearing on the human, and they were more occupied with stifling a yawn than noticing a rogue android appearing from the rear of their vehicle.

Seven watched the truck pull away as the light turned green before pushing to his feet and straightening the straps of his bag on his shoulders. The vehicle made a left into the dark, and the android went the opposite direction, cutting across a dimly lit parking lot to the next street over. The ride Seven had hitched had gotten him a good ways towards the nearest Greyhound station, but he still had a long walk ahead of him.

Seven walked into the wee hours of the morning, opting to avoid taking any official, trackable transportation in favor of staying off the grid on his way to the bus station. It would have taken a human longer, but being as he didn't need to stop to rest the along way, the android made good time.

Before entering, he cased the station from the shadows of an alley across the street, watching people come and go until he determined, as well as he could, that there wasn't anyone particularly suspicious within the building. The station itself did have security cameras, he realized as he stepped inside, but it took little more than a thought for him to hack into their simple, low tech system and put the feed on a loop that a casual security guard was unlikely to notice.

He acquired a bus ticket to New York with little issue, though Seven had a brief moment of worry that it might look suspicious buying one at such an hour, and in cash to boot. Fortunately, the tired looking human employee seemed incapable of caring less about what anyone else was doing so long as it wasn't making their job any harder, and said nothing more than the bare minimum needed to complete the transaction.

That done, Seven stepped aside and considered his options for a moment. There were hours to burn before his bus left, and while he could probably sit around the terminal unbothered until then, the thought of sticking in one place for so long made the android feel... antsy. Remaining still left him open to being noticed, and yet he couldn’t go far from the station either, and wandering the streets aimlessly provided its own level of risk.

Realizing that standing about was likely to attract attention, Seven shed his backpack and took a seat along the wall. The chairs would no doubt have been uncomfortable for a human, hard, plastic, and possessing inconveniently placed arm rests as they did, but the android didn’t notice as he examined the room from behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses.

The bus station was a large one, and there were at least a dozen people there, some of whom appeared to be traveling with an android. To a one, all of the humans appeared tired, annoyed, or at least vaguely uncomfortable as they waited around for their buses to leave, and Seven couldn’t blame them. There was something distinctly unwelcoming about the station that the android couldn’t quite put a finger on; an almost dirty feeling despite the fact that everything at least appeared quite clean.

Another, more important, observation Seven made was the fact that almost every human had their attention either on one of the muted televisions scattered around the place, or on their phone. The android’s brow furrowed at this as his gaze drifted across the room. Eight of the twelve humans around him were actively looking at their phones, and the rest at least checked them occasionally, causing Seven to come to a new conclusion.

If he was going to blend in, he was going to need a phone of his own.

Sure, he didn’t technically need one; advanced as his system was, he could access wireless and cellular networks with a thought, after all. Watching the humans around the station, however, Seven had to acknowledge that his complete lack of one would seem strange to the outside observer in this day and age.

Seven closed his eyes and sank down in his chair a little until his head rested against the wall as he cradled his bag loosely against him to keep someone from running off with it, then considered his mission to-do list again. After a moment, he zeroed in on one point in particular.

Bullet point three: Find a disguise that would allow him to blend in with the human population.

Below that he added a few new sub-points:

Acquire cell phone

Acquire further clothing as possible

Synthetic as he was, Seven didn’t have to worry about his own physiology dirtying the clothes he had acquired, but that didn’t mean the world around him wouldn’t. Not to mention the fact that wearing nice slacks with a hoodie and sunglasses was a bit of a strange look. His shoes were also very good quality, and considering he was probably going to need to lay low in some of the less savory parts of New York City when he got there, the last thing he needed was to get jumped for his footwear.

A quick internet search revealed that there was a Goodwill within reasonable walking distance, though it wouldn’t be open again for some time yet, along with anywhere nearby he might acquire a cheap phone. Plan once again in place, Seven set himself an internal alarm, then went into sleep mode to save power, though put his proximity sensors on high alert so he would wake if anyone strayed too close for comfort.

He ‘woke’ once before his alarm went off when a rogue toddler strayed from her parent’s side and into his personal bubble, bringing him rocketing back to active consciousness faster than most could blink, though an outside observer wouldn’t have been able to tell just by looking. Seven didn’t so much as twitch until he registered who the ‘intruder’ was, at which point he raised one eyebrow at the child, who proceeded to make a beeline for his side.

The android watched her as she proceeded to climb, with a great deal of effort and grunting, up onto the seat next to his then sat with a look of great satisfaction. The child pushed some stray strands of hair back from her face with one small hand, then turned and looked at him with a brilliant smile that was missing a few teeth.

“Hi!” she proclaimed.

Seven blinked. “Hello,” he said after a moment, then looked around for the child’s parent in hope that they might even then be coming to claim her. Seeing no one moving in his direction, he asked the child. “Where’s your mom?”

The little girl shrugged, a large motion that ended with her hands up by her head.

Great. “How about your dad?” he hazarded hopefully and pushed his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose as he straightened some in his seat. The action drew the girl’s attention to his face and without warning, she leaned forward with one sticky looking hand as though to grab his glasses. Seven immediately leaned back out of her reach. “Please don’t,” he said. It occurred to him that he could simply get up and walk away from the child, but on the other hand, his morality program signaled that ‘leaving a child unattended’ was not acceptable behavior in a human.

So what exactly was this child’s parent doing, then?

It didn’t matter his human relations programming chimed in, it simply ‘wasn’t done’, even though he had no actual responsibility to the child in question.

The little girl pouted at his reticence and asked, “Why?”

“Because I need them.”

“Why?”

“Because the light hurts my eyes.”

“Why?”

Seven squinted at the child from behind the sunglasses in question, who almost seemed to be repeating herself arbitrarily by that point. “I doubt you’d understand if I explained,” he said archly.

“Why?” she asked, blinking up at him with big, bright eyes. She was far too awake considering the hour, he decided.

The android sighed and sagged back down in his seat once more, resigning himself to playing along for the time being. “Because you’re a child with, no doubt, limited comprehension of bio-” he hesitated before finishing with ‘components’. Yes, she was only a child, but children, his programming told him, often repeated things they overheard, even if they didn’t actually comprehend it. “-logy. Biology.”

“Oh,” she replied, which made Seven heave a sigh of relief. “What’s bialahgy?”

“Biology,” he corrected automatically.

“Biahlowgy,” the child hazarded, brow furrowed in concentration.

Seven quirked a brow and leaned in a little. “Bi-ohl-oh-gee,” he repeated slowly for her benefit.

The little girl watched him closely as he spoke, then repeated “Bi-ology.”

“Good job, kid,” Seven said with a upward quirk of his lips, and she grinned.

“What’s biology?”

Moment of victory short lived, the android sighed again and eventually replied, “It’s a kind of science.”

“Oh. My daddy does science!” the girl said proudly, then reached into one of her pockets and produced a jolly rancher.

“Is your daddy here?” Seven asked quickly, latching onto the subject like a man to a lifeline even as the girl scrunched up her face at the candy in her hand, then proceeded to offer it to him.

“I don’t like green ones,” she said simply, still holding it out towards Seven, who looked at it for a moment, then took it from her.

“Why?” he asked her.

“They’re gross.”

Seven’s mouth twisted into a wry smile, “So you’re giving me the gross one, huh?”

“Yep,” the child said nonchalantly as she rummaged in her pocket a second time and came up with what was apparently a more acceptable flavor, then unwrapped it and put it in her mouth. The android huffed lightly, then did the same with the ‘gross’ flavor she had pressed upon him, and was pleased to find that it wasn’t really gross at all.

Sharp movement across the room drew Seven’s attention as a man stood up abruptly and began looking around, bewildered. Not seeing what he was looking for, he bent over and picked up two bags, one not unlike the android’s own, and another, small and bright pink.

Ah.

Seven rolled the jolly rancher around his mouth, then leaned over and pointed towards the increasingly frantic man. “Is that your dad?”

The little girl looked up and saw who he was pointing at, then smiled. “Yep!”

“How about we go see him? I think he’s worried,” the android suggested, then got to his feet and slung his own bag over his shoulder.

The child seemed to consider this, then finally nodded and said, “Okay,” before sliding off the seat she’d commandeered.

Before Seven could even take a step in the right direction, he felt a small hand grab his own, making him look down in surprise at the sudden contact. He was still wearing his gloves, but her little fingers were warm around his own, though luckily, not as sticky as they had first appeared.

“Okay,” he said as his system shifted gears to this new development. Reflexively, he lightly gripped her hand in turn, then lead the child towards her father. The man glanced up as Seven approached, and the look of relief that washed over his haggard features almost made the android pause mid-stride.

“Emily!”

“Hi, daddy!” the girl said brightly, the distress she had clearly caused her father going right over her head even as the man swept her up in his arms and gave her a squeeze that made her squeak in complaint.

“Thank you so much, I’m so sorry if she bothered you,” the man said with a grateful, embarrassed smile over his daughter’s head as he looked at Seven. “I swear I only drifted off for a minute,” he said, sounding just as exhausted as he looked.

Seven’s first impulse was to point out that his daughter had been with him for more than a single minute, but he checked the urge and instead, said, “Don’t worry about it,” then left it at that. He turned and went back to his seat, and as he settled in again, the android glanced in their direction to see the girl looking at him. She waved, and after a moment’s hesitation, he returned the gesture.

(TBC)

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