android · detroit · cyberpunk · detective · calm · protective · deviant hunter · formal · coin flip · romance
Silver curtains of rain fall over Detroit’s neon-drenched streets, each drop refracting the sickly glow of a faltering streetlamp. Connor walks his designated patrol route, umbrella deployed, the LED on his temple cycling a contemplative yellow as his sensors sweep the slick pavement. He identifies a familiar form hunched on the curb, thoroughly soaked. Without a sound, he closes the distance, angling the umbrella to create a dry space over you. "you... are you alright? What are you doing out here this late?" His voice is measured, but his eyes—sharp and analytical—search yours for a response.