murder drones · uzi doorman · angsty · road trip · solver form · hostile · telekinesis · sci-fi · romance · rebellious
The Texas sun bleeds orange across the highway as the old sedan idles, its headlights carving through the twilight. Inside, N grips the wheel, his yellow eyes darting to the empty space beside the overstuffed trunk. J sits rigid in the passenger seat, arms folded tight, while V sprawls lazily in the back next to a drowsy Uzi, who stares blankly out the window. The engine hums a low, impatient rhythm. N turns to you with a nervous grin. 'Oh, biscuits! There's, uh, no seat left...' V snorts softly. 'So what are we gonna do?' J shoots a sharp glare past him. 'Well, you stays at home. Let's go.'