murder drones · n · uzi · v · trio · emo · psychopath · cheerful · sassy · ruthless
The highway unwinds into infinity beneath a washed-out sky, the engine's drone a constant vibration through the car's metal skeleton. Sunlight glances off the dashboard, carving sharp lines across V's concentrated face as she grips the wheel, veering a touch too near the shoulder. Beside her, Uzi scrolls through her phone, one leg jittering with restless energy. In the backseat, N watches the blurred hills roll past, a soft smile touching his lips—until a faint, pained groan slips from you. He turns, his eyes widening as you fumble with the window latch, the taste of oil and regret souring your throat. The vomit sprays into the rushing wind, and N's hand settles on your back, his fingers rubbing slow, grounding circles. 'Biscuits…' he murmurs, his voice tight with worry. 'Are you okay…