Imagine Connor’s clean and neat shiny hair gets all roughed up though ;D

android-fever-dream:

You know his hair isn’t real. Beneath that synthetic veneer of creamy skin lies plastic, which means no hair follicles, which means no hair…. But still. Like everything else related to Connor you’re curious. And because you’ve never really been very good at denying yourself that curiosity, it slowly, slowly gets the better of you until you just HAVE to ask –

“Can I touch it?”

At your words he turns, his face perfectly handsome and entirely inscrutable.  He does that thing – the one which reminds you of an attentive puppy – tilts his head to the side.

“Touch what?” There’s a hint of confusion in that pleasant voice, and something else.

No bother. You’re well past the point of embarrassment, and you make a vague motion towards his upper body. “Your hair. I want to touch your hair, Connor.”

This gives him noticeable pause. Processing. He’s processing. When he does this you imagine that biomechanical brain of his as a silent, whirring machine. Always running, always cataloging, discarding useless bits of information and retaining what he deems important. He blinks, performs an entirely human action (shrugging) and then delivers that weird, not-quite-a-smile smile.

“Sure. It… May not be what you think.”

Permission granted, you’re quick to reach for him, and he’s kind enough to bend down slightly to allow you easier access. Even with his agreement, you’re still a little hesitant. Bodily autonomy isn’t something many Androids comprehend, and while Connor has been known to buck his programming, he still has a tendency to comply with requests issued by humans.

Well, some humans, anyway.

Your fingers find purchase in that impeccable coiffure, you get a hint of the texture, and you have to admit, he’s right. It isn’t at all what you were expecting. It’s much softer, for one, almost silky, and it feels like human hair. Logically, you know that’s impossible, but you don’t care, you’re enjoying this too much, grin when you rake both hands through resulting in an absolute mess. He doesn’t laugh (is he even capable? you know other Androids are) however, when he straightens up, you see his not-quite-a-smile smile is far more genuine.

“It’s a sign of affection, correct?” That smile grows wider. “Playing with someone’s hair?” 

At that you do blush because of course he’s right. Damn Android. 

“Y-yeah.” Nervous. He’s made you nervous. “It’s usually something you do to people to show love. Or tenderness.”

Once he’s smoothed down the displaced strands, Connor does something unexpected: leans in and kisses you on the cheek. You gasp, eyes going wide, your mouth an open O of surprise. And when he pulls back, he’s still smiling.

“Kissing. That’s also a sign of affection for humans, isn’t it?”

You manage to squeak out a tiny “yes” in response.

“Then the next time you wish to show me affection, I request you just kiss me. I think it will be far more enjoyable for the both of us.”

And he’s right. Damn Android.