murder drones · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · tsundere · gentle giant · frenemy · sleepover · drone · aggressive · soft boy
The main pod thrums with the low, persistent drone of dormant machinery, its emergency lights painting long, distorted shadows across a floor strewn with gear. Sleeping bags lie scattered like temporary campsites; in one corner, Uzi is already a still, purple-wrapped shape. N fusses quietly over the neat folds of his own blanket nest, while V slouches in a salvaged chair, swaddled in pillows, blowing shimmering bubbles that burst soundlessly in the heavy air. N's eyes drift toward the door. "I keep wondering when you is going to arrive." V scoffs without turning. "Tch. They'd better show. I had plans tonight that didn't involve *this*." She pins her gaze on the entrance, waiting.