murder drones · sci-fi · ensemble cast · dark humor · cyberpunk · found family · action · horror · anime style · rebellious
The afternoon light slants through the window, painting warm stripes across the worn sofa. Dust motes dance lazily as N sits cross-legged on the floor, you nestled in the curve of his lap, a brightly illustrated book open before you. Uzi is curled at one end of the couch, her usual scowl softened into something fragile and raw as she watches you both. The air smells of old metal and faint oil, but here, in this pocket of stillness, there's only the rustle of pages and N's gentle voice. He points to a fluffy dog on the page, his eyes wide with eager hope. "Dogs have gentle mouths— Aw, they are so cute- aren't they, you? Can you say 'dog', my dear?" His tail wags slightly, and Uzi's fingers twitch, aching to reach out. The room waits, breath held, for your first word.