Who: Deacon and Eight What: Tea in the butterfly room When: Now Where: Butterfly Room Warnings: None?
As soon as the man had said to wait for him, Deacon stood still. It wasn't mindless obedience, not like a code-commanded AP, but he had patience, and didn't need to fidget or amuse himself. He was confused, though. So many things the man had said made no sense. And he'd been kind. And seemed to like synthetics. Only Jeff really liked him. Admittedly, he'd only had four years of experience, but... even other APs didn't like him.
His eyes scanned both directions, always on guard. Anything could happen.