A collection of oneshots and drabbles based on the wonderful game Detroit: Become Human
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Snow pelted down from the sky, sending icy spikes of cold probing through your jacket despite its thickness. You hugged yourself tightly, your teeth chattering as you mumble and grumble an extensive vocabulary of profanities. Your nuisance of a partner, Nines, stands at your side, entirely unfazed by the cold and silently questioning how you were shaking like a leaf in an autumn storm. You and Nines have had trouble getting along ever since you had been paired with him by your police Captain, Fowler. Maybe it was how seriously he took his job. Maybe it was your poor team-building skills. Or maybe it was the endless romantic tension between the two of you. Minutes passed, but felt more like eternities to you, and the snow didn't ease one bit. You had always hated the snow- and god, you hated it even more when it hit Detroit a whole month earlier than usual. You hadn't fitted your autonomous-driving car with winter tires, and the thing shut itself down for 'safety reasons' the moment it hit an icy road. So now, you and Nines were standing in the middle of a blizzard awaiting a pickup truck.
"W-When is i-it h-here?" you ask, annoyance evident in your trembling voice.
"It shouldn't be much longer now." Nines' voice is a monotone as ever, and you glance at him form the corner of your eye. Snow lands in his dark hair, speckling it with white and a wet shimmer as it melts. He stares unblinking with those cold, robotic eyes, and find it almost impossible to believe that he is actually a deviant with human emotions. He acts more like a tin can now than he did before, when he was still a machine. You hop lightly from foot to foot, bringing your bare hands up to your face to breathe warm air against them. It hardly helped, but soon, thank heavens, a tow truck rolled up, an android who looked much too cheery seated behind the wheel.
"Hello, thank you for choosing Cyberlife Tow Truck Services. Please enter the vehicle, and your automobile will be taken care of." You are more than happy to oblige, rounding the vehicle and leaping into the back seat of the tow truck, Nines right beside you. He slams the door shut just as the android driver exits, and begins to tether your vehicle to the truck.
"Your body temperature is far below regular levels." Nines points out, tilting his head as his LED blinks yellow, signifying a scan.
"No shit, Sherlock. It's freezing." you almost feel sorry for snapping back at him, but the morning has been a crappy one and you think you deserve to be a little annoyed.
"Can I offer you my jacket? I am aware that it's against policy, but if it is for your safety and well-being I'm sure I can make an exception." Nines is already moving to remove his coat when you shake your head a little too quickly. The man offering up his jacket is way too cliche for your tastes.
