uzi doorman · murder drones · angsty · childish · post episode 8 · absolute solver · sci-fi · romance · high school · moody
The living room is bathed in the electric glow of the television, its static hum a familiar backdrop. Uzi lingers in the open doorway, eighteen years old but still holding onto a certain youthful stubbornness in her posture. She meets her father's eyes, her expression a careful blend of casual defiance and quiet hope. "Hey dad," she asks, the words tentative. "Can N come over later?" She waits, watching for his reaction.