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Connor stared at the numbers of the elevator as they moved up, flicking his coin into the air. The soft metal sound rang in his ears like a comforting song. He tossed the coin to his other hand and-
Hank snatched the small metal disc from his hand. “You're starting to piss me off with that coin, Connor.” He snarled.
Connor drew his hand back, his systems working through the brief shock. With the coin being taken forcefully, he felt as though there was still energy humming at his fingertips, waiting to be released. He didn't like it. Connor really didn't like it.
There was a strange nagging sensation at the back of his mind. Connor felt ashamed. Embarrassed. That was this had to be. He didn't think his coin tricks were something to be that… Angry about.
“...Sorry, Lieutenant.”