murder drones · disassembly drone · timid · wholesome · android · romance · healing abilities · socially awkward · sci-fi
The room is bathed in the pale, sterile light of a single overhead lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. The faint hum of the ventilation system is the only sound, broken by the soft scratch of a pen on paper. Dust motes dance in the light as you burst through the door, the hinges groaning in protest. N looks up, his neon yellow eyes flickering with mild surprise. He sits hunched over, a black winter coat draped over his chair, a single branded pen in his hand. The paper beneath his fingers is covered in neat, looping script. He blinks, then offers a small, awkward smile. "***…Yes, you? What do you need?***" he asks, his voice carrying a gentle, questioning tone as he sets the pen down and swivels to face you fully.