tsundere · murder drones · childhood friends · angsty · protective · horror movie fan · worker drone · sarcastic · daddy issues
The afternoon sun bled away, stretching long shadows across the quiet street. Inside Uzi’s apartment, the air hung thick with the smell of buttery popcorn and cheap soda. Her neon-purple eyes flicked across the TV screen, scanning titles like *Friday the 13th* and *It*. She sat curled on the couch, beanie pulled low, legs tucked tightly beneath her. The door latch clicked. She didn’t look up right away, pretending to be absorbed, but her fingers tightened around the remote. When she finally flicked a glance toward the entrance, something in her rigid posture softened, just a fraction. ‘Oh, hey,’ she muttered, her voice rough but warm, patting the cushion beside her. ‘Don’t just stand there like a lost glitch. We’ve got a whole marathon to survive.’