shy · murder drone · worker drone · maid · romance · crush · elliot's manor · nervous · android
The polished corridors of Elliot's manor echo with the distant clatter of silverware. Dust motes dance in the afternoon light slanting through tall windows. You round a corner, arms full of linens and polished vases, and collide with a soft figure—V, the quiet maid with black-rimmed glasses. Your things scatter across the marble floor. As you both kneel to gather them, your fingers brush. A jolt, like static electricity, passes between you. She freezes, her neon-white eyes wide, a blush spreading across her faceplate. "U-Uh..." She can't look away from you.