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It was a very busy day for Uzi. And even the reason was not in a series of tests at school, or infuriating stupid classmates, or in the father, who after so many years is trying in vain to catch up with lost time as a responsible parent. No, the main reason for the girl's nervousness today was in a small box that she found on her doorstep in the morning.
The cardboard itself with the mysterious contents was hardly larger than a stack of three textbooks, the edges were bandaged with tape, and on one side there was a sticker with the address of the Doormans' house. And that's it. But Uzi definitely knew what was inside. She had been waiting for this package for a long time. Only because of this, the girl became even more tense.
For some reason, purple one carried the box with her all day, kept it as the apple of her eye. She didn't let anyone get close to her, so long as no one found out about her contents, although she didn't even tear the tape off the cardboard. But nevertheless, her aggressive behavior became more uncontrolled, which scared away anyone's desire to approach her, even local bullies. Well... that's about what the girl wanted.
Upon returning home from school, the rebel wanted to find solitude in her own room, but even so her plans were ruined. As soon as the hands of the young worker lay on the box with the intention of opening it, Khan entered the door without asking and without knocking for one reason or another. Even rude words did not help to keep the old drone away from her abode for at least some time, from which Uzi soon could not stand it. She packed her things again and, taking the box, ran out of the house, slamming the mechanical door loudly.
It was pointless to stay among other onlookers, there was hardly a suitable secluded place inside the bunker without extra eyes. Therefore, purple one was in a hurry to leave the stuffy walls of the colony. There was no other choice but to head for the Corpse Spire…
The rebel soon enough found herself in the walls of dead bodies, after which she descended into the landing capsule and, to her great surprise, there was no one inside. In fact, this is exactly what she wanted. Perhaps her disassembly friends flew off to patrol the area or for any other reason, but most importantly, Uzi is alone here.
Throwing her backpack to the side from her back, purple one put her box on the pilot's seat. She stared at the parcel with palpable tension and only then dared to reach for the roughly glued tape. With a crackling rustle, the adhesive tape broke off from the cardboard, after which it fell unceremoniously to the floor. With a slight tremor, Uzi grabbed the flaps of the box with the intention of opening it, but for some reason hesitated. It took her some time to overcome herself and finally open the unfortunate box.
As it turned out, there were a couple of fancy accessories under a layer of cardboard on a foam mat. Specifically, these were cat ears on the rim and a tail on the strap. Both items were with artificial purple fur, about the same color as the Uzi's hair. The girl had been cursing herself for a long time for deciding to order these things. She was ashamed, but at the same time she was driven by a natural curiosity, caused by an interest in all sorts of human things.
With some caution, purple one took things out of the package, examining them in more detail already in her hands. Once again noticing to herself how primitive this design is, without any high-tech features, but why would something like this be on stupid accessories? The rebel did not expect anything else from this kind of thing, but nevertheless she is here now and holds this stupid things in her hands of her own free will and hidden desire.
The girl has been just standing there for some time and staring at the trinkets, as if not knowing what to do with them next, but out of the corner of her eye, the young worker noticed a broken mirror hanging on the wall not far from her. The one that she once accidentally broke with her "special" eye. It's strange that it hasn't been thrown out yet, but perhaps it will be quite useful now…
Summoning all her courage into a fist, Uzi finally put a headband with purple ears on her head, hiding the wire under her hair so that it could not be seen, and tied a cat's tail under her belt. After that, violet stood in front of the broken mirror. After turning around in front of her reflection for a short time, the rebel examined herself, assessing how the accessories looked on her. By the standards of her low self-esteem, she looked quite... cute, though very stupid. However, after that, the girl stupidly stood on the spot, not knowing what else to do. Well, not just for the sake of a five-minute posturing, she bought this fanservice nonsense? Since there is such an opportunity, it's not bad to stretch the "pleasure" and for this Uzi decided to try something…
The young worker clenched her fists, tucking them to her chest like cat paws, and lifting one hand a little higher, said:
— M-meow…
It sounded very uncertain and even pathetic. Now Uzi felt like a fool like never before, but at the same time, in addition to embarrassment, a feeling of some forbidden delight began to spread in her chest. What kind of magic that makes bad it's good?
Without hesitation, the hard worker changed her pose to a little more confident, like on the cover of some kawaii series that she once accidentally caught her eye. The rebel put her feet a little wider than her shoulders, rested one hand on her own side, while she brought the other to her face, sticking out two fingers. She even winked at herself through the reflection to complete the peculiar image of the "idol".
How idiotically strange and unusual it was, but at the same time it began to inspire a little, making her feel less constrained. That's right, the young worker is here alone, no one else will see her like this, because she could not be ashamed of anything at all…
"Uzi, are you here?" suddenly a familiar voice was heard behind him. "I saw your fresh footprints outside, so I thought that…"
The rebel's core stopped working for a while, provoking a painfully prickly feeling of fear in her chest. The girl turned sharply, raising her eyes to the ceiling of the capsule, where she saw N hanging upside down from the hatch.
It seems that the guy himself was taken aback when he noticed his friend in a rather unusual way for her. Meanwhile, Uzi visor was very quickly flooded with purple shame, leaving very bright stripes on her cheeks. On the one hand, she wanted to tear off her new accessories and throw them away, pretending that nothing had happened, but on the other hand, she was paralyzed either by fear or by the realization that the disassembler had already seen her in this stupid outfit. Purple one clenched her teeth tightly with shame and bitterness, already imagining how the gray-haired would start laughing at her…
"Awww. You look so damn cute!" suddenly the guy blurted out with emotion, jumping to the floor and running up to the young worker.
Meanwhile, Uzi was no less dumbfounded at her friend, who was now spinning around her with sparkling eyes and delight on her face.
"It suits you very well! You look almost like a real cat-girl from those anime that you watch," N persisted, almost like a child at the sight of something charming.
"I-I don't watch that!" she almost shouted, in a pathetic attempt to justify herself.
"Wait, can you meow?" suddenly the guy asked, finally stopping in place.
"Wh-what? No way!" the rebel from such a request could not help but be more embarrassed, but it seems that she has nowhere else to blush.
"Please," the disassembler folded his palms in a pleading gesture and stared at the girl with puppy eyes. "Just once! Please!"
Meanwhile, Uzi tried to turn away from his gaze in order to somehow not be influenced by those sad, pleading yellow eyes, but it was useless. No matter how purple one tried to resist, she eventually gave up.
Taking a deep breath and clearly feeling how her face was burning with shame, the rebel tried to calm herself somehow. N continued to stare at her expectantly, which didn't make it any easier. But soon, nevertheless, picking up her will in a fist, the girl decided to do it. Just once. Right? Besides, she can try something else…
Slightly arching forward and resting one hand on her knee, the girl tried to do something in a playful feline manner, spreading the fingers of the second hand as if "exposing the claws".
"Meow," she purred, not noticing how an almost truly feline smile stretched across her lips.
After that, N froze with a glazed face. He even stopped showing signs of life, although the bright burning eyes on his display clearly said that the drone was online, but nevertheless the guy froze like a statue. This could not but alert the young worker.
"N?" the girl straightened up, looking puzzled at the disassembler. Fears were already creeping somewhere that she had done something wrong.
"Robo-Jesus, I have an overdose of your cuteness!" suddenly the gray-haired exploded from the spot, throwing himself with hugs on the purple one.
From the suddenness of what happened, Uzi was even scared, uttering an involuntary surprised exclamation, after which she could only pathetically try to push the disassembler with an overabundance of feelings away from her that tried to crush her in his grip. And it was getting too hot from such close physical contact…
"Let me go! You're going to break me!" the rebel even put her hands on N's head to somehow increase the distance between his and her embarrassed face.
"Sorry, sorry," it looks like the guy finally took control of himself, after which he freed the young worker from his captivity.
For a moment, calm reigned, at least so it seemed outwardly, while purple one continued to take an extremely confused look away and tried to calm the core violently pounding in her chest. Out of the corner of her eye, the young worker noticed how N continued to admire her, although sometimes his pixel eyes ran away somewhere with a slight yellow blush, as if he wanted to say something, but did not dare yet. Gradually, Uzi began to catch herself on the fact that she likes it when a guy looks at her like that. Argh! But how stupid it is!
"Can I pet you?" finally, the gray-haired man deigned to speak again.
"Well how about fried nails?" according to her characteristic habit,purple one snappe, as if hinting that the guy is asking too much.
"Are there such things?" the words of the rebel clearly puzzled the disassembler. "I wouldn't mind trying this."
"Oh, forget it!" the girl waved her hand irritably, then turned away.
There was an awkward silence, during which N shyly looked away with a certain sense of guilt. Maybe he's really went too far…
"Okay, okay, you can pet me," she suddenly says, but so far she has not dared to raise her embarrassed gaze at the disassembler again. "Just don't take too long and don't mess up my hair."
At first, the guy did not believe his auditory sensors, but after that his face began to shine with joy when Uzi took a step towards him. It seemed that he was ready to jump out of his own coat, but he tried to control himself so as not to spoil the moment. The young worker even slightly tilted her head down, but this was only so that her blushed cheeks would not be so conspicuous in other's eyes.
N, meanwhile, with a sinking core, carefully lowered his palm to Uzi's top, slowly starting to stroke the purple hair between the cat's ears. Usually the rebel rejected any of his attempts to cheer her up through friendly patting on the head. Perhaps this was caused by complexes due to her short stature, because the disassembler does not cost anything to reach the top of the miniature worker's head, as if taking her for a child. But the guy did not consider Uzi as such at all.
Meanwhile, purple one was gradually getting used to it and it was even strangely calming. She involuntarily closed her eyes, trying to concentrate better on the feeling of how carefully N ruffled her hair. It's funny that it worked both ways, making the disassembler happier, but at the same time calm, as if he was stroking a real cat.
"Uzi ..." finally taking his palm away from top of her, the guy suddenly hesitated a little uncertainly, lowering his head and pointing his index fingers at each other. "Can I have the same?"
Purple one couldn't help but be surprised by this question. She stared at N, dumbfounded, processing the information in her head. The rebel also saw how the disassembler looked at her pleadingly, so she could not refuse in any way, but at the same time her stubborn nature did not allow her to just give up under the spell of the gray-haired one.
"I'll... think about it," she managed, sheepishly averting her gaze to the side, but seriously reducing her pixelated eyebrows to an imaginary bridge of her nose.
"Really? Oh, thank you!" N was torn again from the overflowing feeling of delight that he rushed at the young worker again, scooping the poor girl into his strong arms, but this time without the risk of crushing her.
For some time, the rebel tried to escape from the gentle trap of the disassembler, but gradually realized that it was pointless. Despite her awkwardness and the blush on her cheeks, little by little she even relaxed, allowing herself to hug the gray-haired guy in return.
"Just look at them. It's lovely that it's already disgusting," suddenly a caustic voice was heard somewhere behind.
N and Uzi immediately pulled away from each other as if scalded, simultaneously staring at the hatch in the ceiling. V was hanging upside down from it, a malicious grin playing on her face.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" the disassembly girl innocently says, hanging on the railing of the stairs. "Or did the cat bite got your tongues?"
"V!" the rebel blurted out indignantly, struggling with another outburst of bashful paint on her face. "It's not funny!"
"Come on, I might want to go to your cat club too. It looks like fun. Or are you afraid that with triangular ears I will look better than you?" the words of the short-haired woman sounded with an extremely degree of self-confidence, which was also not hidden by her self-satisfied smile with sharp fangs. "Oh, don't worry, I will."
Uzi was ready to snap at the brazen disassembler, but then N joined the conversation.
"Girls, you shouldn't start a catfight," the guy smiled nervously, desperately trying to give the conversation a more optimistic character. "But the idea of a cat party sounds very exciting. Why not?"
The disassembler turned to the young worker in anticipation, because she has the last word. Purple one just put two fingers to the bridge of her nose, after which she exhaled irritably.
"Argh. All right!" she muttered. "I hope you won't need any extra tails?" a rhetorical question sounded, after which Uzi briefly examined her friends, especially their poisonous stings. "At least it will be cheaper…"
"Hurrah!" N exclaimed happily, while V behaved more restrained, although she clearly showed her satisfied smile.
Meanwhile, Uzi was already calculating in her mind how much this idea would hit her pocket money…