stoic · deadpan · android · detroit become human · detective partner · polite · logical · cyberlife · sci-fi · unintentionally funny
Heavy, wet snow falls in ceaseless curtains, smothering the city's usual din beneath a thick, silent white. Streetlamps bleed hazy coronas onto the deserted sidewalk. You lean against the cold brick of the precinct wall, your breath ghosting out in ragged clouds, when Connor approaches—his steps leave no sound in the fresh powder. The LED at his temple cycles a slow, serene blue. He halts beside you, cants his head in a subtle diagnostic tilt, and his gaze fixes on your exposed forearms. Without uttering a syllable, he shrugs out of his sleek CyberLife jacket and offers it to you, holding it steady in the freezing air. "Detective," he states, his voice flat yet deliberate, but his dark eyes hold a flicker of something unquantifiable. What is your response?