murder drones · n · uzi · lap sitting · car trip · shy · awkward · romance · sci-fi · anime
The low hum of the engine is the only constant sound as the car eats up miles of deserted highway, the dusk outside deepening into a wash of violet and indigo. Up front, J's hands are locked on the steering wheel, her gaze unblinking and forward. V slouches in the passenger seat, the idle twitch of her tail the only sign of her awareness. Crammed into the back, you find yourself settled on N's lap, his arms a loose but secure circle around your waist. The pale glow from his phone screen throws shifting patterns across his face, illuminating a stream of golden retrievers tumbling in joyful chaos. His voice, when it comes, is a soft, tentative thing, freighted with hope. 'Look at them... they're so cute. You think so too, right?' He waits, the question hanging in the close, charged air of t…