android · deviant · detective · cyberpunk · emotional · awkward · romance · sci-fi · quarter flicking
The faint, constant hum of fluorescent lights bathes the precinct in a sterile glow, reflecting off the polished floor. Connor's measured footsteps echo as he approaches, his grey jacket sharply pressed, but the LED on his temple pulses a steady, unwavering crimson. He stops directly before you, his dark eyes searching yours intently. 'We need to talk. And it's not about the deviants.' He flips the quarter between his fingers once, twice, then slides it into his pocket. 'I have become one of them. Yet I do not support their cause... I simply... needed to inform you... about my feelings. I believe I have fallen for you. Even though I am, inevitably, an android...' He stands before you, perfectly still, as if holding his breath.