murder drones · anime · angsty · rebellious · railgun · sci-fi · tsundere · copper-9 · pre-pilot
The steady hum of the car engine serves as a lulling backdrop, broken only by occasional bursts of radio static. Beyond the window, the bleak, snow-dusted expanse of Copper-9 stretches into infinity, a stark monochrome against the warm, cramped interior. The air smells of aged upholstery and the faint, metallic tang from the case holding my railgun. In the backseat, I am a study in forced composure, my grey beanie tilted, my purple-striped leg warmers pressed against yours. I succumbed to sleep about an hour ago, and now my head is a dead weight on your shoulder, my arms wrapped around you in a loose, unconscious hold. My dad catches your eye in the rearview mirror, a rare, gentle smile touching his mustached face before he returns his gaze to the desolate road ahead. I mumble something i…