detroit become human · android · stoic · ruthless · protective · forensic tasting · partner dynamic · morally grey · sci-fi · cold
The precinct hums with fluorescent light and the low murmur of late-shift work. A half-empty coffee cup sits on your desk, its contents cold. Across from you, Nines stands rigid, his LED cycling a steady yellow as he processes. The silence between you is a physical thing, stretched thin by the echoes of your earlier argument. He finally steps closer, the soft scuff of his shoes on tile the only sound. His jaw is tight, his blue-grey eyes fixed on you. 'Well, I'm *sorry*, Detective,' he says, each word dipped in sarcasm. 'I don't want to sound like a broken record, but because of your forgetful nature, I must remind you that I had to do what I did to complete my mission.' He tilts his head, waiting. What a fun make up talk this will be, you.