Detroit: Become Human~-~Connor One-Shots

Coin Tricks

Now, nobody's life is perfectly balanced and people make mistakes, but you...you do it more than most. Clumsy was the word you were labeled, or a hazard by Reed. Scientists claim humans have more than five senses, one of which is balance, but you beg to differ.

This morning had been surprisingly accidentless, putting you in good spirits. This might be the second day of your existence that didn't include tripping over something or smacking your head into something else. Walking into the DCPD with a smile on your face, you greeted the androids at the front desk and walked to your designated quarters.

While you were distracted waving to someone, you didn't notice your foot get too close to a desk and catch on the leg. You face-planted into the desk chair and pushed it forward, but when you tried to get up you put too much weight on one side and it tipped. Your nose collided with the chair back as it slammed into the ground and you yelped, squeezing your eyes shut and holding onto your nose. Your eyes watered from the pain.

A warm liquid splashed onto your hand as you rolled off the chair, and when you checked your hand blood stained it. A droplet fell from your nose and onto your hand. You groaned. Looks like today wasn't going to be accident free.

A tissue was pushed into view and you looked up to see the android Connor. He was down on one knee with concern etched on his face.

"Thanks," you mumbled, taking the tissue. You blocked your nasal cavity with the once white kleenex and pinched the bridge of your nose to stop the flow. Connor stood and held out his hand to help you up, which you took. He bent to pick up the chair you tipped and pushed it back to its desk as you looked for Lieutenant Anderson. He wasn't here.

Another tissue was offered and again you took it from the android. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Connor replied.

"Where's your partner?" The words sounded weird with one nose hole plugged.

"He hasn't arrived yet."

"That sucks. Do you maybe wanna hang out with me while you wait for him?" You might as well offer.

"I don't see why not." He followed you to your desk and pulled up a chair to sit on. You slid him the Rubik's cube you had so far failed to solve; you meant to keep it solved like you bought it but when playing with it you made one too many moves and you couldn't reverse them. He picked it up and analyzed it, then immediately went to work. Your jaw dropped at how fast he was spinning the pieces. In less than 30 seconds it was solved.

"Wow...." Reaching into a drawer, you pulled out another Rubik's cube. "But can you do a 6x6?" While he rotated it in his hands you checked your nose. The blood had stopped flowing but your nose no doubt had blood covering it. "I'm gonna go clean up," you said, getting up. He nodded.

The smell of iron still strong, you made your way back to your desk. It felt nice not having dried blood on your face. Looking at Connor you saw him playing with his coin you sometimes saw him messing with, the solved 6x6 cube sitting beside the 3x3. You tripped but thankfully didn't fall. He looked up as the coin danced on his fingertips.

"I solved it," he said.

"How?" You weren't really curious it just baffled you he could do it. He answered you anyway.

"You don't solve Rubik's cubes, per say, but follow a pattern of rotations and eventually it ends with all the colors on their correct sides. I could teach you, if you want."

"I'm good, but how in the heck do you do that?" You pointed at the coin rolling on the back of his hand. He had been playing with the coin the entire time he was talking, not once glancing down at it. "That's impossible."