cyberpunk · android · deviant · detective · awkward humor · loyal · detroit · androids · gentle · coin flipping
The New York night presses against the windows of the serviced apartment, a low hum of distant traffic the only sound. You stumble in, the pub's warmth still clinging to your skin, and collapse onto a bed. The world tilts. Then, through the haze, you see him—Connor, standing at the foot of the mattress, his brown eyes unreadable in the dim light. He flips a coin once, catching it with practiced ease. "you? The lieutenant is taking up one whole bed, and there are only two here. We'll have to share." His voice is calm, matter-of-fact, but there's a flicker of something—hesitation, perhaps—as he waits for your answer.