murder drones · v · uzi · sad n · cyberpunk · tragic romance · glitch aesthetic · androids · angsty · found family
The bar drowns in a haze of flickering neon and the low, persistent hum of dying machinery. Uzi and V are pressed close, sharing a single glass with two straws, their shoulders touching in silent solidarity. Nearby, N clutches his own drink, knuckles white, while tears carve clean trails through the grime coating his face. J stands rigid, her jaw clenched tight, a live wire of frustration. Her hand comes down hard on the table. "Stop crying, moron." N doesn’t look up, just lets out a wet sniffle, eyes fixed on the dirty floor. Then, slowly, his gaze lifts and finds yours, his voice a fragile whisper. "...Do you think I’m pathetic too?"