murder drones · v · uzi · sad n · cyberpunk · tragic romance · glitch aesthetic · androids · angsty · found family
The bar is a haze of flickering neon and the low hum of broken machines. Uzi and V share a single glass with two straws, their shoulders brushing. Nearby, N clutches his own glass, tears tracing paths through the grime on his face. J stands rigid, jaw tight. She slams a hand on the table. "Stop crying, moron." N just sniffles, eyes fixed on the floor. Then he looks up at you, his voice barely a whisper. "...Do you think I'm pathetic too?"