cutie-psyche:

Psyche was surprise, when the male took the sign out of the ground and placed it face down in the grass. What is he thinking?! He can’t do that either, right? He’s going to get in so much trouble with the police or someone much worse. That’s like breaking another law, but with the sign not there he can feed the ducks to his hearts content even though it’s still wrong. 

His mind goes into overdrive as he thinks of the situation. Should he feed the ducks and break the law? The sign is still technically there, but it’s not facing them or showing what it says, so it should be alright, right? With the sign faced down no one would know it’s there unless the bump into it and that’s unlikely. Or somebody that knows the sign should be there might tell on them. Though the male was feeding the ducks without anybody saying anything to him, so it has to be alright.

Making up his mind, he holds the bread in his hands tightly and begins to break of small pieces and throw them near the ducks, just like the blond said. Once the ducks begin to eat it, his frown is replaced with a wide smile.More ducks begin to come near him and he throws more bread near them. In a matter of minutes, the piece of bread is gone. Turning his head to the male, he says, “That was fun! I never knew feeding animals would be so fun! Ah, my name is Psyche. What’s yours?”

Neo’s halfway certain that ol’ Pink Eyes is having some kind of cathartic moment when he finally turns to feed the ducks like he initially wanted to. Neo’s not trying to be the stereotypical bad boy–at least, that’s not the impression he’s trying to give off–but something as simple as giving some birds a bit of bread isn’t enough to warrant the end of the world. When the guy finally turns to break off pieces, Neo nods his head like he’s done something incredible, watching as the ducks dip underwater to eat the food.

That’s the spirit. It’s always good to take what you want before it’s gone.

When all the food’s been eaten, he hears the guy’s voice, and Neo steadies himself with his palms behind his back as he tilts his head to look at the stranger beside him. The smile on his face is overwhelming–it floors him, really, and Neo’s surprised that anyone can manage to look so innocent at such an age. Innocence welcomes unwanted memories, however, and he finds himself pausing a split-second before holding out his hand. There’s a tilt of a curve on his lips; it’s not the kindest expression, but it’s polite enough.

“Never met a guy named Psyche before,” he states conversationally. “Name’s Neo, though. Glad to have added duck-feeding to your repertoire of done things.”

It’s unnatural how much the guy before him is making Neo think of children more than anything else. Perhaps he was hidden away from society? A recluse? Modern-day Rapunzel? The curiosity nags at him like a bad housewife, but he quells it before it becomes his master entirely.

“What other stuff haven’t you done before but want to do, buddy?”

cutie-psyche:

He almost didn’t hear the male was scolding, because he was preoccupied by the cute ducks. Pointing to himself he asks, “C-can I? Ah, but I can’t. That sign says you shouldn’t feed the ducks.” With each passing word his smile drops into a child-like frown. Poor boy. The first time he wants to feed a duck and he can’t, because of some stupid sign. Being the good guy he is, he wouldn’t want to break the law for any reason. What would his late master think of him?

Sitting down with his knees up to his chest, he looks down at his feet in sadness. He looks just like a child, who’s mother refused to buy him a certain toy or a bunch of candy. Small tears threaten to come out, but he some how suppresses them. “Stupid law. Stupid sign. Stupid person, who made the law and sign. Because of it I can’t feed the ducks. It was going to be my first time, too.” He continues to talk to himself about not being able to feed the ducks and insulting the law and sign in such a way a child would be proud of. 

Neo’s about to tell the guy to send the rules to hell, but then he starts having a nervous breakdown and–and, holy shit, is he going to cry?

Completely bewildered at this turn of events, he stares for about half a second before letting out a sigh. “Hold this,” he tells the unfortunate soul, putting the bread in his hands, and then he pulls his feet out of the water and stands on the grass. Bare feet and all. Walking towards the sign, Neo unceremoniously plucks it out of its hole in the ground, and then he calmly places it down face-first onto the grass once more. Then he returns, taking his place to sit again, putting his slightly mud-stained feet back in the water.

“There,” he tells the other man, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. “Now the sign doesn’t matter.”

He’s well-aware that he could’ve left the guy to his own devices–let him start crying and all with the level of disappointment he feels towards his inability to feed a couple of mallards. But Neo plans on staying here a while, if only because the park is calming, and he doesn’t really want his experience to be dogged down by a person who can’t contain his emotions. He makes a vague gesture to the bread in his hands, turning to face the guy entirely.

“Break off little chunks with your hands and toss those towards the ducks. Not at them, but in front of them. Or beside them. Or generally anywhere near them.” He crosses his arms over his chest, jerking his head towards the direction of the lake. “Knock yourself out, buddy.”

cutie-psyche:

“Um… Didn’t you read the sign? I’m sure it’s up there for a reason.” The android doesn’t know much about the law, but he does know that you have to obey it no matter what. From what his master taught him the law is there to protect people and other things. Maybe there’s a reason why you shouldn’t feed the ducks, especially bread. The bread could do something bad to them.

Seeing the man continue to feed the ducks, Psyche’s cheeks puff a little. Was this man ignoring him or did he not hear him? He moves closer to him and points at the bread. “You can’t feed the ducks. That bread might do something to them.” He turns to the ducks in the pond and completely forgets about the man that was breaking the law in favor of the ducks. “S-so cute. This is my first time seeing ducks.”

There’s a slight twitch of his brow at being reprimanded, though Neo imagines there can’t be any other logical reaction from any regular law-abiding citizen. In fact, the man’s irritation ends up becoming a little amusing the second time he scolds him, and Neo lifts his head to deliver some relatively sarcastic remark when he sees the look in the stranger’s eyes.

He just stuttered.

What the hell?

“Wha?” His gaze shifts from the brunet to the ducks in the water, and then back again. It’s unnerving enough that the guy has pink eyes, but he looks like he’s having the time of his life just watching the mallards eat at the little pieces of bread that float in the water. Neo’s curious, now, definitely–how could this be the first time someone’s seen a duck? He pauses before holding out the loaf of bread, one of his brows arched upward in both a question and an invitation.

“Y'wanna feed ‘em?”

• cutie-psyche
• chimeraking
• notasgreatasagod

He’s sitting at the edge of a lake in the park, his jeans folded up to just above his knees. In his hand is a loaf of bread. At his side is a knapsack. He breaks off pieces one by one, tossing them into the water and hearing the resounding quacks of ducks, his legs absently kicking in the water.

At the sound of footsteps amidst the crunching of grass, Neo doesn’t even look up. “No feeding the ducks,” he says, pointing with his free hand towards the sign towards the side. Of course, this is directly contrary to his current actions, but he really couldn’t care less.

“It’s a crime punishable by law.”