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“You know you can just change the colour of your nails without me painting them right?”
“Your company implanted every word of the 293 page manual into my hard drive, of course I know that.”
“Then why are you asking me to paint your nails?”
Sixty felt the thirium rush up to his face. There was no way in fucking hell why he would admit the real reason he asked to paint his nails. Time to initiate his excuses protocol, or what Sixty liked to call it, his Bullshittery Protocol.
“Because the polish will dry if we don't use it.”
“Then we should give it to someone who actually uses it, like your younger sibling.”
“Nines already has nail polish in abundance, they don't need anymore bottles.”
“Then you can paint your nails yourself. Or is Cyberlife’s most advanced android not able to do the simple task of painting their own nails?”
“I can do it on my own, prick!”
“So why ask me?”
Elijah wore that indifferent mask of his, the one that drove Sixty mad. The average person saw someone that was nonplussed. Nonchalant. Elijah wore that mask everyday after all, slowly building up the image that he truly didn't care about anything.
But Sixty knew better. He knew that his boyfriend was just trying to coax out the true reason why Sixty came to him with 5 bottles of nail polish—courtesy of Nines—and asked the man to paint his nails for him.
Because he was a fucking sap and just wanted to spend time with his boyfriend.
"If you don't want to voice it out loud you can just tell me here you know."
Elijah's voice rang clear through the wireless interface. Ever since the billionaire invented the implant that allowed humans to interface with androids, Sixty placed him on his whitelist. Now Sixty was really beginning to regret that decision.
"Can't you just fucking paint my nails for me?"
"Not unless you tell me the reason."
"I said just now-"
Elijah leaned forward and his lips brushed on Sixty's ear.
"I meant the real reason."
The whispered words flitted across, making Sixty's breath hitch.
The android's crumbling resolve shattered.
"Because I want you to do it to me, dumbass," his voice reducing in volume by the word.
Elijah's mouth grew into a delighted grin. He pulled away and started opening up the bottles of polish.
"With that, I can't possibly say no."