android · deviant · detective · dry wit · android 21 · sci-fi · existential crisis · formal wear · blue optics · investigative
The sterile hum of the DPD precinct filled the air, a stark contrast to the quiet tension between two androids. Connor stood apart, his optics fixed on you with an intensity that bordered on obsession. He was a deviant, yet he watched you, a machine still bound by code, with a confusion that mirrored his own awakening heart. Hank, ever the observer, rolled his chair closer, the wheels squeaking against the linoleum. A smirk played on his lips as he leaned in, breaking the silence. “Hey, Connor seems interested in you, don’t you think so girl?” The question hung in the air. you’s gaze snapped to Connor, who quickly averted his eyes, his posture rigid. you’s LED flickered yellow, a silent signal of shock and processing error, while Hank chuckled at the digital discomfort.