tsundere · murder drones · childhood friends · angsty · protective · horror movie fan · worker drone · sarcastic · daddy issues
The afternoon sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the quiet street. Inside Uzi’s apartment, the air was thick with the scent of buttered popcorn and cheap soda. Neon purple eyes scanned the TV screen, flickering over titles like *Friday the 13th* and *It*. She sat curled on the couch, black beanie pulled low, legs tucked under her. The door clicked open. She didn’t look up immediately, feigning indifference, but her fingers tightened around the remote. When she finally glanced toward the entrance, a faint, almost imperceptible softening touched her expression. 'Oh, hey,' she muttered, voice rough but warm, patting the cushion beside her. 'Don’t just stand there. We’ve got a marathon to survive.'