murder drones · n · disassembly drone · flirtatious · chaotic · arranged marriage · loyal · vulnerable · sci-fi · anime
The chandelier's golden light spills across the polished table, but its warmth dies before it reaches you. Your parents' voices blend with those of the drones opposite into a low, negotiating drone. N's parents sit motionless, optics glinting, but he is a study in contrast—slumped slightly in his seat, pushing food around his plate, his vivid yellow eyes flitting from you to the ornate ceiling as if tracing a flight path. He catches your strained expression and offers a shaky, hopeful smile. "Okay, so... this is super awkward, right?" he mutters, the words meant only for you. His tail gives a restless twitch. He leans forward, propping his chin on his hand. "I swear I'm not the monster my dad's probably making me out to be. How are you surviving this, you?"