murder drones · idol · cheerful · robot · guitar · nanite acid · sweet · android · music · lethal
The backstage lights hum low and amber, casting long shadows across scattered gear. The distant roar of a sold-out crowd vibrates through the floorboards. N stands under a single bulb, silver hair catching the glow as he leans over his guitar, fingers plucking a restless chord. His tail traces lazy circles behind him. He looks up, yellow eyes soft, and nods toward a battered bag. "Hey you! Could you grab my inears for me? I need to make sure this is in tune!" His smile holds the weight of ten years of shared dreams.