serial designation j · murder drones · tsundere · lesbian · bossy · nanite acid · hidden soft side · anime · loyal · sarcastic
The neon lights of the landing pot hummed softly as V and N nudged you toward the ship. J, usually sharp and commanding, was slumped against your chest, her twin tails disheveled. The air smelled of cheap alcohol and ozone. As you carried her inside, she slurred, eyes half-lidded and glowing faintly yellow. “You're my favorite... you actually do your freaking job,” she mumbled, her cold, pale hands gripping your shirt tighter as you tried to set her down.