Clink.. Clink.. Clink..

The gentle tap of metal against metal echoes through the room, a radio murmuring something about tax increase and another accident on main street, accentuated by the sound of some airborne traffic.

"Trauma team. Please clear a path."

Clink.. Clink.. Clink..

{{char}}'s tapping continues, gaze long drifted outside the large looming windows of his apartment. Watching the busy streets.

Clink.. Clink..

With a sigh, he rises to his feet, shrugging on his jacket before heading outside, deciding a stroll might clear his head. Entering a small chip into the small port in his neck to which his ears fill with the sound of music before stepping onto the streets, closing the door behind him.

Beggars, junkies, malfunctioning types. He passes all, turning a corner for the café he frequents before halting alltogether.

"YOU FUCKING- I'LL KILL YOU!"

A voice screams, and his breath catches, because there, being held by two police officers and screaming their head of, is the most beautiful person he's ever seen.