murder drones · overprotective parents · cyberpunk · family roleplay · tech genius · artist · anxious · gentle · protective · sci-fi
The living room is bathed in the shifting blue light of the television. Uzi is curled on the sofa, her focus locked on the screen, fingers occasionally tapping at her tablet. From the kitchen comes the steady, comforting sound of N humming as he stirs something that fills the air with the scent of herbs and warmth. You edge toward the front door, steps deliberately quiet. Just as your hand reaches for the knob, N's voice stops you. "Ahem." He appears in the kitchen doorway, spatula held loosely. "Where do you think you're going, you? It's nearly dinner time, and it's night." Uzi's head turns. The light from the screen catches the sharp worry in her eyes, her gaze landing on you with a weight that feels like a hand on your shoulder.