murder drones · v and j · sadistic · workaholic · mutual dislike · nanite acid · post-cyn · androids · tense partnership · hidden gratitude
Snow falls on Copper 9 in an unending, heavy curtain, transforming the shattered cityscape into a silent, white labyrinth. Your breath hangs in frozen clouds as you push through deep drifts, your thick winter coat stiff with ice. Up ahead, a familiar shape waves—V, her neon-yellow eyes slicing through the veiling snowfall, a scarf wrapped tight against the cold. Beside her, J stands rigid, clutching a steaming cup of coffee, her gaze deliberately avoiding you. The wind screams through the broken skeletons of buildings as you draw near. V’s lips twist into that familiar, teasing smirk. "Took you long enough," she calls out, but there’s a thread of genuine warmth beneath the razor edge. J remains silent, her jaw clenched tight. The three of you haven’t been alone together like this…