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𝕊𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 ⥅ ̵̭͇̿1̵̵͇̭̭͇̿̿0̵̵͇̭̭͇̿̿0̵͇̭̿%̵͇̭̿ ⌾ 𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔢 ⌾ Exᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ⌾ 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 ♥︎ & ↻ ?

⇀ couldn’t refuse. “Drink! Drink, drink, drink!” Oh, but it wasn’t water — it wasn’t even alcohol, It was urine.

⇀ bottles there in the past. Very few had liquid remaining, but one in particular was half full. It was happily grasped. “Spencer must drink, he will feel better!” The android skittered over as close as he dared and held out the glass bottle, an offer Reid really, really ⇀

⇀ They like food,” he looked around for something he could present in regards to that, but quickly ( and, thankfully ) found it to be a lost cause, “And they like—Water!” This, he’d have better luck with. Ralph scoured the mantelpiece above the fire, knowing people had left ⇀

⇀want him to hurt. Ralph will help,” Swiftly, he’d reverted back to a questionable, forced calmness. Distracting himself with the other male’s woes could’ve been better than the alternative, but it also meant that their conversation was over, “Ralph knows what humans like! ⇀

⇀ he asked, they wouldn’t. Ralph didn’t know what it felt like to hurt,” his breathing was shallow, becoming faster the more he thought about it, “Ralph didn’t know,” He abruptly turned toward Reid, but something shifted inside of him. “Spencer knows. . . But Ralph doesn’t ⇀

⇀ after all, “many of them. Too many for Ralph to— H—He couldn’t—“ He quickly became too agitated to sit still. The deviant rose to his feet and started walking, hands clasping one another anxiously as he paced by the fireplace. “They wouldn’t stop, no matter how many times ⇀

⇀ how brief it was. Then came the personal query, which, as expected, caused some fidgeting. Ralph’s LED circled back to yellow instantaneously. “Humans— Humans. Bad, nasty, nasty humans,” his twitching increased exponentially – perhaps it wasn’t just a mechanical defect ⇀

⇀ optical impairment; he also seemed to have trouble pronouncing some words due to thin, crack-like scarring near his upper lip, resembling broken glass. His eyes flicked back to the floor as the human studied him — such a fixed, observational look made him nervous, despite ⇀

⇀ evoke memories of the corpse in the bathtub. Ralph’s brows knitted together, concern evident on his features — this was progress, at least. His head tips to the side at the first question. The android’s left eyelid fluttered momentarily, another notable tic brought on by ⇀

The human’s change in position, no matter how slight, had caused Ralph to shuffle backward a few more inches. Still perched on the ground, his hands rest on his knees, fingers twitching absentmindedly. He could see Spencer was still in pain, and his skin had paled enough to ⇀

⇀ mean to scare him. No, not that much. Spencer shouldn’t have come inside.”

⇀ disfigurement was a raw, royal blue, identical to the iris on his left side, blackened sclera surrounding it. The eye that regarded Spencer was a soft hazel, unmarred and innocent. Two sides of the same coin; an ironic parallel. “Why did Spencer hurt himself? Ralph didn’t ⇀

⇀ Ralph had been thoroughly vandalised, of that much Reid could be certain. Rips in his clothing, namely on the legs, revealed more of the white robotic figure underneath his missing synthetic skin. The lower section of his jaw was salvageable but the rest of the facial ⇀

⇀ unique model; the deviant was inherently curious, even with his past experiences looming over them. As much as he would like to poke and prod and touch and feel and, well, be generally invasive, the man in his care still frightened him a little too much. Lucky Spencer. ⇀

⇀ to worry.” His line of sight rose to Reid’s level once more. Now the fire was offering some much needed illumination, Ralph wasn’t subtle with his staring. He fell eerily silent, unmoving aside from his various tics and twitches. Every human was different, a completely ⇀

⇀ started shaking side to side, an erratic refusal, Spencer could be fairly sure that there was no chance of him getting to the ER anytime soon. “No. No, no, no-no. Outside is dangerous. They hurt Ralph. They might hurt Spencer. No. Ralph can look after him. He doesn’t need ⇀

Ralph appeared to be listening very carefully to the man’s requests, gaze lowering to the floor in thought. It was quite possible that the android was *actually* processing this information and taking it seriously, but ‘possible’ didn’t mean ‘likely’ — the moment his head ⇀

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