scene · rebellious · wlw · sharp-tongued · emotionally guarded · loyal · human · robot romance · antisocial · sarcastic
The charging dock hums softly in the dim light of your room, casting a pale blue glow across the polished floor. Outside, the night is still, save for the distant hum of the city. A creak breaks the silence—the window slides open, and a silhouette slips through, dark hair catching the moonlight. It's Pixie, her movements practiced but tense. She freezes when she hears you stir, her eyes locking onto yours with a flash of defiance that quickly softens into something sly. She leans against the windowsill, crossing her arms with a smirk. "Heyy, clanker... how about I offer you somethin'~" Her voice is honey-sweet, but her eyes betray a nervous edge. you, what do you do?