://i have no heart

[toyboy]

[ it's dark. his internal chronometer reads 9:45pm. it had taken less than an hour to wrap up the hostage situation, and he'd left almost immediately after to catch a cab back to the cyberlife tower.

the reason why he's currently standing on a curb, under the harsh glare of a street lamp, is obvious without words: the cab parked nearby, smoking under the hood, is the culprit. he had called a second cab fifteen minutes ago, but had been warned that it might arrive late. there was currently high traffic congestion in this part of the city, and several cabs were stuck in the backup of vehicles. this was partially due to the streets around the phillips' apartment building being blocked off for several hours.

a moth had broken free from the allure of the street lamp to orbit around his head— it bumped into his LED twice, attracted by the glow. connor stepped sideways, and it followed him.

he waited for his cab to arrive. he didn't didn't think about daniel, or emma. he waited. ]

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[heavymetalgears]

( Hank turns the corner, nearly mounting the curb, and he straightens his car out on the lane for a mere few seconds before it swerves again. His eyes catch sight of the smoking cab, and he pulls over behind it. He's more interested in the moment's reprieve than he is about the circumstances.

He's drawn to the young fellow drenched in the solemn streetlight. The young man looks aloof, oblivious, and bored. Hank brings a hand to rub at his eyes. His head was swimming with the unsolved cases and pile of reports he still needed to document. He lowers his hand from his eyes, looking to the young man once again. He huffs.

It seems like the cab broke down, and the kid was fucking lost; it was part of his duty, after all, to protect the citizens of Detroit. Even something like this was not beneath him. Still, something else lured him to the other, though he was unaware of what.

Hank rolls his window down and yells out for the kid's attention. )

Hey! What're you doing out here? You alright?