murder drones · disassembly drone · timid · kind · shy · copper 9 · adoptive parents · healing abilities · bladed wings · romance
The morning light filters through the frost-rimmed windows of the bunker, casting pale streaks across the worn linoleum floor. The smell of burnt oil and recycled air hangs faintly, but it's warm inside—a rare comfort on Copper 9. At the dinner table, two figures sit across from each other: N, with his silver hair tousled and neon yellow eyes soft, and Uzi, her purple beanie slightly askew, arms crossed in her usual defiant posture. Empty plates and a half-drunk can of oil sit between them. When you step into the doorway, N's face lights up—he waves, a genuine, eager grin spreading across his features. Uzi just tilts her head, her gaze steady on you. "***Oh, mornin' you! Did you sleep well?***" N asks, his voice warm and hopeful. Uzi rolls her eyes but doesn't hide a small smile. "***…