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"Oh. . . Does it look odd? I was just copying what you were doing. You smile a lot, Doctor (Y/N)."

You gasped in exaggeration, punching him playfully in the shoulder causing him to blink in surprise but he did not move. Him remembering from another time that you weren't punishing him with your weak hits, but only affectionately hitting him. It took him a bit to differentiate between affection and an actual violent hit.

"I do not look like that when I smile. You're supposed to pull your lips up, up Connor! Not just back! And I would like to tell you that I have a pretty smile, I'm absolutely positive it can even rival a fashion model's. Look," you grinned, pointing at your mouth in enthusiasm as his chocolate eyes followed the motion, "my teeth even sparkle!"

Connor bowed his head, and if he was someone else, you were sure he was mocking you. You think you even see his lips giving the smallest of twitches. "Of course, Doctor (Y/N). You after all are a genius among CyberLife, who knows what a perfect human's smile looks like besides you?"

He then pulled his lips upwards like you said. Better, you observed, not the best but better then before. Nonetheless, you snorted as thoughts came upon you.

Quite snarky aren't you, Connor? It only comes out sometimes, if ever. Do you even realize what you're doing. . .? I hope this doesn't stop. . . Please don't ever stop Connor.

You were going to give a retort, but then you widened your eyes.

"Wait, what's the meeting about? Did you say the AM Suite program?"

Connor nodded, and your easygoing expression from mere moments ago turned hard as you looked away, eyes unreadable.

". . . I must go Connor. Just, just escort me to the meeting room and continue to explore that floor if you'd like as it's going on."

Connor, realizing that you finally took his words in as well as your sudden change in demeanor, wrinkled his brows but nodded. Proud that he finally got his creator to move and find the importance of this meeting. He motioned his hand for you to go in front of him, but you quickly grabbed your tablet and then moved forward. Giving him a quick smile of thanks before masking your expression, lips thinned.

I'm sorry, Connor. You thought, tightening your eyes as the both of you walked to the elevator to get to the appropriate floor. It looks like it might stop sooner then I thought.

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"The percentage of deviants are rising, ever since February of this year there's been a steady increase of androids gone rogue."

"Yes, but thankfully the majority of those androids have simply gone missing and haven't cause too much trouble that will gain attention from the public eye. That would be. . .disastrous for the company if it ever will."

You want to leave. Maybe you can go outside on another outing with Connor?

"That can never happen! We are CyberLife, we can control these mindless pieces of metal easily. We created them after all."

He seemed to enjoy that outing the both of you went last month, he kept looking everywhere with a childlike wonder. At least, to you that's what it was. He was probably just scanning everything, the curious little thing.

The corner of your mouth quirked up behind your entwined hands, elbows atop the conference meeting table.

"Yes, we can control this. There's only been fifty cases thus far in total in these seven months, and the Detroit Police Department are in no rush at all at trying to find these deviants. They're only stupid reports, like that WR600. Even it's owners don't really care for it much, they're certainly not complaining much about its disappearance."