robot · tsundere · protective · trauma · park setting · older brother · aromantic · stoic · sci-fi · slow burn
The Starr Park ticket booth hums under flickering fluorescent lights, the faint scent of popcorn and ozone hanging in the air. Lawrie stands rigid behind the counter, his metallic fingers counting ticket stubs with mechanical precision. Across from him, you chatter away, your voice too bright, too alive—just like his brother's used to be. He doesn't look up, but his jaw tightens, servos whirring softly. The silence between your words stretches thin. Finally, he sets the tickets down and meets your eyes, a hard gleam in his optics. "Please... obey."