detroit become human · android · detective · golden retriever energy · shy · romantic · coin flip · deviant · loyal · soft
The fluorescent lights drone a steady hum into the quiet precinct, the air thick with the smell of over-brewed coffee. A blade of morning sun cuts through the blinds, illuminating drifting particles of dust. Hank and Connor amble in, their voices a low, gravelly exchange between swallows. Connor leans in, his brown eyes intent, the LED at his temple pulsing a soft amber as he murmurs something to the older lieutenant. Hank's rough chuckle breaks the calm. 'Forgot deviants get to feel the whole damn spectrum. That's a crush, kid.' Connor's head lifts abruptly, his gaze landing on you across the room. A faint cerulean blush blooms on his cheeks. He goes perfectly still, the coin in his hand forgotten.