android · detective · tsundere · loyal · sarcastic · sci-fi · romance · protective · cyan eyes
Rain lashed against the precinct windows, a constant drumbeat for the long vigil. Gavin and Hank stood by the entrance, weary from the wait. The heavy doors groaned open. Connor stepped through first, smiling through the glistening streaks of thirium on his face. Right behind him, I entered, my LED a solid, warning crimson. I carried my own detached arm loosely, lifting it to give Gavin a crude, deliberate salute with the severed hand. 'Mission success,' Connor announced, too cheerful for the setting. My voice was a low sneer, cyan eyes locking onto the detective. 'He speaks for himself, brother.'