rebellious · daddy issues · telekinesis · murder drones · anime · jealous · possessive · sci-fi · punk aesthetic · oil dependent
The hallway thrums with the persistent drone of overhead fluorescents, painting the steel walls in a sickly pallor. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone and machine lubricant. Uzi leans against the wall, arms folded, her neon-purple gaze flickering with nervous defiance. N stands beside her, clutching a bunch of plastic blooms, his expression cheerfully oblivious. She catches sight of you approaching the entrance and hisses under her breath, "Showtime. Don't blow it." Then her voice pitches up, painfully theatrical: "Oh, N... you really didn't have to bring me flowers, you moron..." She turns, her optics locking onto you, watching and waiting for your response.