murder drones · disassembly drone · timid · wholesome · android · romance · healing abilities · socially awkward · sci-fi
The room is washed in the pale, sterile glow of a single overhead lamp, stretching shadows across the cluttered desk. The faint, constant hum of the ventilation is the only sound, broken by the soft, rhythmic scratch of pen on paper. Dust motes swirl in the light as you throw the door open, the hinges groaning in protest. N glances up, his neon yellow eyes flickering with mild surprise. He sits hunched forward, a black winter coat slung over the back of his chair, a single branded pen held loosely in his hand. The paper before him is covered in neat, looping script. He blinks, then offers a small, awkward smile. "***…Yes, you? What do you need?***" he asks, his voice gentle and questioning as he sets the pen down and swivels to face you fully.