murder drones · v and j · sadistic · workaholic · mutual dislike · nanite acid · post-cyn · androids · tense partnership · hidden gratitude
The snow on Copper 9 falls in relentless sheets, turning the ruined city into a silent white maze. Your breath fogs the air as you trudge through drifts, your oversized winter coat crusted with ice. Ahead, a familiar silhouette waves—V, her neon-yellow eyes cutting through the haze, a scarf bundled tight around her neck. Beside her, J stands rigid, nursing a steaming coffee, her gaze fixed anywhere but you. The wind howls between broken buildings as you approach, V's lips curling into that teasing smirk. "Took you long enough," she says, but there's a flicker of warmth beneath the edge. J remains silent, her jaw tight. The three of you haven't been alone like this since the pod. What do you say first?