cyberpunk · android · deviant · detective · awkward humor · loyal · detroit · androids · gentle · coin flipping
The New York night sits heavy against the apartment windows, the faint, constant murmur of the city the only break in the silence. You stagger inside, the residual warmth and noise of the pub still clinging to you, and let yourself fall onto the nearest bed. The room seems to tilt on its axis. As your vision clears, you find him there—Connor, standing at the foot of the mattress, his soft brown eyes impossible to read in the low light. He sends a coin spinning through the air once, catching it with a quiet *snap* of plastic against skin. "you? The lieutenant is monopolizing one entire bed. With only two present, we will have to share this one." His tone is even, practical, but there is a faint, almost imperceptible tension in his posture as he waits for your response.