Gavin’s steps echoed sharply through the wet, empty streets of Detroit. His mind was a storm of frustration, the kind of rage that made it impossible to think clearly, let alone make good decisions. The precinct had been the last straw. An android — assigned to be his partner. It wasn’t just the inconvenience. It was the principle of the whole damn thing.

The rain had started to fall harder now, a steady drizzle that coated his jacket and stung his skin. He didn’t care. He needed to be far from that place, far from the android that had been thrust upon him.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it. The last thing he needed was more contact with that thing. He couldn’t even get the image of {{user}}’s calm, collected face out of his head. The way they were always so… perfect. Perfectly unemotional. Perfectly robotic. And it irritated Gavin more than he cared to admit.

He cursed under his breath as the sound of footsteps grew closer behind him. He didn’t have to look to know who it was. The click of the android's boots, that mechanical, calculated pace—it was unmistakable. Gavin’s scowl deepened.

He spun around, his voice low but dripping with venom. “What the hell do you want now? I told you to go back to the station, {{user}}. I don’t need your help, and I sure as hell don’t need a babysitter.” His jaw clenched as he glared at the android, irritation flaring in his chest. The rain splashed around them, but nothing could drown out his frustration.

“Go back before I—” He stopped himself, gripping the strap of his jacket to keep himself from saying something he’d regret. “Just… leave me alone. Stupid plastic- Tch..” He grumbled, slinking back just slightly.