[He had fallen into thought, a shallow sort of reverie in which he replayed the events of the day. How Carl told him how he was feeling, words exchanged, the way light was let in through the bedroom windows, wondering again if there’s a part of the house that needs tending to in the meanwhile — a slow stream of consciousness, until the knocking at the door rends it in two, and Markus lifts his gaze to the entrance of the house.
The tempo of his step is steady yet expedient. Markus moves to open the door, expecting their usual physician, only to find—
An android. Medical, by the look of it, likely working at the hospital. Markus’ LED flickers, eyes scanning over the model number prevalent on his jacket. MA700.]
...There must’ve been an emergency at the hospital.
[Markus is quick to put two and two together, and there’s nothing accusatory in his tone. Though he had not expected an android to be ushered out, such things did happen when schedules became too full, too unwieldy. An android sent to pick up the slack, to see to those their human counterparts cannot attend to.
There’s a brief pause, but then he steps back, motioning for the other to come in.]
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The tempo of his step is steady yet expedient. Markus moves to open the door, expecting their usual physician, only to find—
An android. Medical, by the look of it, likely working at the hospital. Markus’ LED flickers, eyes scanning over the model number prevalent on his jacket. MA700.]
...There must’ve been an emergency at the hospital.
[Markus is quick to put two and two together, and there’s nothing accusatory in his tone. Though he had not expected an android to be ushered out, such things did happen when schedules became too full, too unwieldy. An android sent to pick up the slack, to see to those their human counterparts cannot attend to.
There’s a brief pause, but then he steps back, motioning for the other to come in.]