Maybe more than a Machine (Gavin x rk900)

You useless rat man

Nines' POV because oof

I pulled back into the driveway, and walked up the pathway to the front door.

It was unlocked and I let myself in.
"Gavin? We need to go back to wo-"

Lips met mine, and I made a surprised noise. LED going red.

Saliva analysis
Alcohol
McDonald's cheeseburger with onions
Some sad fries also from McDonald's

Gavin pulled back for a second, and I slipped from his hold.

"Gavin, you're drunk aren't you? I left you for forty five minutes and look what you do." I sighed, kinda disappointed in him.

Gavin whined and wrapped his arms around my neck. I took them and led him to the couch, pushing him down onto it.

"Oh ho ho." He hummed, a lopsided smile.

I rolled my eyes.
"I'm calling Fowler and letting him know you won't be in the rest of the day."

"Noooo! He'll yell at me. Like he always does, that bastard..." Gavin slurred, turning his head to the side.

Childish

I sighed and put my hand over his.
"I mean... I was going to take you out to dinner tonight after work but I guess not."

"What? Nooo! No! I'm fiiiiiine! Let's go!" He rambled, and tried to sit up.

I pushed him back down.
"I don't think so, Gav."

He whined and kicked his legs like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

I grabbed him by the face.
"Stop it."

He whined and closed his eyes.
"Stupid Android can't even- AH!"

His cat jumped onto him and scared him so bad he farted.

I closed my eyes and tried not to laugh.

Humans are such flawed creatures.

"Shut the phck up, Nines!" He yelled and smacked my thigh.

I got up and he whined.
"Don't leave."

I opened the cabinet and grabbed a glass, then looked back at the scruffy human.
"I'm not going anywhere, Gavin."

He was looking at me with tears eyes.

Oh RA9 please don't cry.

"Crying is against the law, you can't do that." I mumbled, and filled the glass with water.

"That's pcked up. Wait, I am the law." He gasped, looking at me ugh this amazed face.

I rolled my eyes and handed him the glass.
"Drink."

He did, and I took off my coat. Hanging it up.

"Wait, this isn't vodka!" Gavin yelped.

"Yes it is. Keep drinking it." I lied, voice monotone.

He did, and handed me the empty glass.

I set it down on the side table, and sat down. Putting his legs over mine. Gently rubbing his foreleg.

Gavin moved, and his car jumped off of him with a hiss.

"Phck you too, bitch." He slurred and out his head on my lap.

I looked down at him, confused as to what he wanted me to do.

Gavin took my hand and made me stroke his hair.

Gavin wants you to play with his hair

I did as he wanted, and put my head in my hand.

Gavin began to rant to me about nonsense, and I pretended to listen.

In reality I was sending an Email to Fowler. Since a call would be too noticeable, and Gavin would probably be a rat and try to smack me.

I sighed.

That meat-bag is gonna be the death of me.

Gavin looked up at me.
"So, are we still on for dinner? It's only, like, eleven."

I shrugged.
"Depends if you're gonna be an asshole."

He gasped.
"I would neve.... okay fine. I am. Stop giving me that disappointed look."

I chuckled, and traced my thumb over that scar on the bridge of his nose.

"Got it in a fight a few years back." He mumbled, and let his eyes fall closed.

I hummed, and continued to stroke his nose.

"Y'know what's weird? We gotta pretend to be asleep to actually fall asleep. Shit's wack, amiright?" He asked, speaking nonsense again. Per usual.

I just nodded, and sent the Email.

Gavin's phone rang a few moments later and he dug it out of his pocket.

"Phcking end my life, and suck my flat tits while in six feet under! It's Fowler." He groaned and picked it up.

I could hear Fowler yelling at him.

Gavin smacked his lips and just hung up.
"Suck my ass!"

"That can be arranged." I hummed.

He looked at me, kinda horrified.
"Bitch I hope the phck you do."

"I was kidding, Gav."

"Dawwwwww... phck off." He groaned.

Yep, definitely my rat boi.