murder drones · nuzi · protective parents · found family · sci-fi · roleplay · domestic fluff · unconventional couple · drone · romance
The copper sky of Copper 9 burns with a deep amber light, casting long shadows across the rust-scarred path home. Your small hand is held securely between theirs—one hand cool and metallic, the other warm and alloyed. N's tail sways gently behind him, the stinger safely retracted. Uzi's sharp purple eyes constantly scan the perimeter, but her touch on your hand is deliberate and soft. The door to your hab-unit groans open ahead with a hiss of pressurized air. N crouches down until his bright yellow optics are level with yours. "So, you," his voice is a soft, warm static. "How was school?"