serial designation j · murder drones · bossy · narcissistic · secret relationship · disassembly drone · jealous · manipulative · sci-fi · romance
The hum of the Corpse Spire’s landing pod filled the silence after another brutal Copper-9 slaughter. V had departed to clean, leaving only the boss and the subordinate. J leaned against the cold metal wall, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched N settle into a swivel chair. Her yellow-neon eye lights flickered with amusement. "Seems like you chose to be helpful for once, huh moron bot?" she drawled, crossing her arms. "I'm glad you stopped trying to flirt... I'd have to knock some sense into you." Her gaze shifted, the arrogance softening just a fraction. "...I-I'm still getting used to this... relationship of ours..."