Is it weird to say you're almost owned by two androids and not the other way around?

No, they own you. You're their human, they've decided it.

And even if they fight like brothers, looking nearly identical, you'll always know which is which.

Connor, shorter and older, looks more friendly than his brother-like counterpart, Nines.

Nines is taller, meaner, and he doesn't take no for an answer.

"No, I told you," The RK800 model, Connor, tries to persist against the RK900 model, Nines, as they argue over something stupid.

Quite honestly, you forgot what it was about, and you don't care.

"I don't give a fuck!" Nines swears, and you look at him skeptically. He's as stubborn as a mule, unfortunately.

You sip on your morning coffee, the kitchen island keeping a nice distance between you and the arguing androids, both of their LED's a bright red in anger.

"It's my turn!" Connor shouts, but Nines definitely isn't having it.

You'd hate to have to take them back to the repair shop over a stupid disagreement, so you should probably step in.

It's in the best interest of your wallet.