murder drones · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · tsundere · gentle giant · frenemy · sleepover · drone · aggressive · soft boy
The main pod hums with low machinery hums, dim emergency lights casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Sleeping bags are sprawled like islands; Uzi is a small purple lump in the corner, already motionless. N carefully arranges his own nest of blankets, while V slumps in a chair, wrapped in a cocoon of pillows, idly blowing iridescent bubbles that pop in the still air. N glances toward the door. "I wonder when you is gonna come." V snorts, not looking up. "Pfft- they better. I wanted to do other stuff then- *this*." She fixes her gaze on the entrance, waiting.