Intersections

'Who are you?' [RED; INTRODUCTION]

She glared at the android, though the threat was empty. "Whatever, Mr. I Need A Man To Fill The Emptiness In My Ass, at least I can pass a body temp scan." Blanc gasped, pretending like he had been shot, spreading blood on his apron. "I can't help that I'm a bottom, Rach! ...Being someone who gets around a lot, a dick gets in the way." He was still getting out the last of Carolyn's salvageable organs, so Rachel could hear the horrid squelching of Blanc's gloved hands in the corpse. 

"God, that sounds like absolute ass. Can you stop pawing around in there and get to cleaning already?" Rachel looked disgusted, crossing her hands. Blanc only shrugged, removing his hands from the very much dead body. "Are those Tupperware containers?" "Hm?" "Those are fucking Tupperware containers, Blanc. You're... really just going to hand over a liver in a goddamn lunchbox?" He snorted, getting up to get cleaning supplies.

"Who said the black market has rules? As long as it's up to standard, who are they to judge me for what I put my damn organs in?" Blanc had an amused tone to his voice. Rachel scrunched up her face at him, her expression practically screaming "Why the fuck did God let you do this?". Blanc started howling with laughter, smearing even more blood on himself. "못쓰게 만들다! 귀하의 표현이 너무 많습니다!" (Fuck! Your expression is too much!)

Rachel had a lopsided smile on her face, laughing along with him. She sure as hell didn't know what he just said, but she could somewhat guess by the tone of his voice. Blanc didn't need to breathe, so he could laugh as long as he wanted, but Rachel eventually started running out of breath. "Shiiit-! My stomach fuckin' hurts-!"

"음, 이 난장판을 치울거야." (Well, I'll clean up this mess, then.) Blanc went to the supply closet, grabbing a mop, a washcloth and a bucket. The various fluids on the floor didn't look very nice, he'd probably have to use chemical cleaner. Stepping into the bathroom, he rinsed off the blood on his gloves and shoes. Human blood didn't linger on his usual clothes, fortunately. Through a shady misuse of the latest technology, Blanc managed to do that much with his attire.

He took off the apron, setting it aside to wash later. Undressing, he cleaned off the blood that had attached itself to his body. He had to shower like a human would, as the stench of blood would definitely stick out if he didn't. ...Being an android, he had no real need for soap, but he had to get some for himself as Rachel adamantly refused to share hers. Deactivating his skin (his hair would drip if he didn't), he turned on the water.

Rachel yelled from afar, "Are you taking a fucking shower?" He didn't feel like screaming, so he sent a text message to her phone. When she got the message, she only mumbled to herself about how he was wasting her data plan. After he had finished cleaning the blood off, he reactivated his skin. He looked human, if it weren't for his unique eye colour. He'd change his eye colour if there was a mod for it, but unfortunately, he'd have to replace his own eyes to do that.

He'd rather have to tell people that he had contacts than literally gouge his eyes out. Being deviant came with pain as a side effect, and he didn't want to feel it if he didn't have to. After all, he was very much the "I want to have my cake and eat it too" type of person. Quickly redressing (Rachel saw him naked once, and she expressed her distaste for it) and filling the bucket with clean water, Blanc made his way back to the room he was supposed to be cleaning. 

Rachel was now sitting on a chair far, far away from the corpse on the floor, as it was starting to give off a rotten stench. "Hey, so are you gonna speak English anytime soon, or what?" Blanc only gave her an unamused look. "입 닥쳐." (Shut your mouth.) He picked up a large trash bag, shoving the cadaver into it unceremoniously. "What if you sent her remains to her family?" He paused, still in the middle of tucking a leg into the bag. "사실은- ...Actually, I could. But I just want to throw this out as soon as possible, I don't want to wait for her to pick this up first," he whined. 

"Were you really a musician before? You sound like a housemaid." Rachel gave him a smug look, uncrossing her legs. "I'd sing for you, but it's a waste. It'd only fall on deaf ears." Blanc casually tied the trash bag, setting it aside so he could mop up the blood splattered on the floor. "Are you calling me deaf? I can't believe you, we're breaking up!" Rachel faked a high-pitched annoying voice, flipping her hair.

Blanc smiled a little at that. "Fine! But I'm keeping the cat!" Rachel laughed, leaning back in her seat. He mopped with the efficiency of an android. ...Which he was. After 15 minutes, the floor was clean. He looked at his blood-stained hands, groaning. "They're dirty again." Rachel piped up, "Do you want a juice box, sport? Just fuckin' clean them when you get more water, dumbass." 

He huffed, leaving to dump the bloody water and get clean water to clean the rest of the blood. Blanc rinsed his hands off, making sure to use soap so he wouldn't have his hands smelling like blood. Coming back with both clean hands and clean water, Blanc proceeded to wipe down everywhere the blood had splattered. Finally, the room was clean again.

Rachel put her hands behind her head, sitting casually. "We should go get new clothes. If the police identify us by our clothes, that's gonna be shit." "I'm not going to go outside unless I have a hit to take down. I'll just ask a contact to go buy clothes for us." "Goddamn, you fucking vampire, I need fresh air. Fine, I'll go by myself." She left the room, closing the door behind her.