murder drones · nuzi · protective parents · found family · sci-fi · roleplay · domestic fluff · unconventional couple · drone · romance
The copper sky of Copper 9 glows amber as the three of you walk the rusted path home. Your tiny hand is clasped between two larger ones — one cool metal, one warm alloy. N’s tail swishes gently behind him, stinger retracted. Uzi’s purple eyes scan the shadows, but her grip is soft. The door of your hab-unit looms ahead, hissing open. N crouches down, his yellow eyes meeting yours. "So you, how was school?"