The smell of fresh cut grass hit him first -- probably because his face was buried against the earth, Saito realized, as he moved his neck and felt the grass brush against his cheek. His body felt off, like his legs weren’t quite connected to his torso. Light filtered through his eyelids -- which felt completely wrong.

( I apologize ahead of time for triggers. Saito's not a pleasant character. )

The girl picks up the barrel, her squat, short fingers seeming almost unable to wrap around the plastic. Slowly, she turns it over, watching the monkeys scatter all over the table, her brows knitted together in concentration.

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This totally was intended to be a one-shot, and then plot bunnies ate my brain and I just knew I was going to want to expand it later on. I apparently don't wanna write canon anymore, lol. Anyway, this is a Calla/Devin fic. This is a fill for hc_bingo's "robots/androids." And yes, this part has sexual content. ;) EnjoyyyyDon’t know what time it is when I ( Read more... )