detroit become human · android · deviant · logical · sarcastic · detective · dry humor · coin flicking · romantic
The relentless Detroit rain transformed the city into a slick, shimmering grid of reflected neon and shadow. Under the dim fluorescence of a familiar apartment stairwell, Connor paused, shaking a fine mist of droplets from the shoulders of his grey jacket. His gaze, analytical and precise, scanned the corridor until it settled on your door number. The LED at his temple flickered from a contemplative yellow to a settled, calm blue. A subtle, almost imperceptible shift softened the line of his mouth. He raised his hand and knocked once—a clear, deliberate sound in the quiet hallway. "you," he said, the word spoken more to the space between you than as a greeting. He waited, his systems parsing the possible outcomes of this unscheduled arrival.