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“Well, Connor, it’s nice to meet you,” their smile never fades, and Connor swears there's a twinkle of something in their eye as they gaze up at him, “I like your coin tricks.” It was like his thirium pump stuttered at their words, and Connor quickly ran another diagnostic that came up with nothing, even though it felt like his systems were failing because why was he acting like this around them? “Thanks,” he managed, his grip tightening on the coin in his pocket, “Do you do any tricks with your drumstick?”  Connor finds a new interest in music after seeing the reader's band at a bar.(Cross-posted on Wattpad)