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Serial Designation N showed up to the nearby highschool prom. His Destruction Drone partner had told him her plans to continue what they had started there. To do what her programming told her to do. She was just following the code that her creators had made for her and the other “Murder Drones” as they were referred to by the Worker Drones.
“V!! Hey, V!”, he saw her, on the stage, being announced as Prom Queen. He looked a bit puzzled for a second before running up to the stage. “Aw biscuits… Don’t do this.. Maybe??”
V groaned, and pointed her arm lazer at him instead of the others there. “Get out of here! Why have you been crapping on all of my plans recently?! This is our one purpose!” She was really angry, her digital eyebrows furrowed deep as her eyes became the signiture X. She laughed a bit, but it wasn’t a nice laugh. It was a hardy laugh, and it was equivalent to her threatening to kill her partner. “You’re really going to want to get out of here, N!”, she began charging up her laser gun, her tail standing straight on end.
N was sweating… well… the closest you could get to sweat… and slowly inched over to where V was. He knew that she wasn’t actually able to kill him, even if she wanted to. Which he knew she didn’t. He made very slow movements towards her and slowly reached out to hold her free hand. V’s face changed from the X, her screen now showing a surprised expression as he gently held her hand.
She was going to yank it away but N simply looked at her. V looked down at the scared students below her. “Let go. So I can finish our job” He didn’t budge, continuing to hold her hand, before reaching for the other one. This time, V did pull her arm away and N knew he was pushing his luck a bit. But that did get her to retract her laser gun again.
“Hey- what are you doing, dumbass?”, she looked up at him, still not pulling her hand away from his or hurting anyone. “Why are you getting in the way of our work??”
N didn’t exactly know what to say as the other students began slowly relaxing, but also cautiously backing away from V and N.
Serial Designation V was unknowingly blushing a bit as her destruction partner held her hand, bringing her very slowly closer to him as some slow music began playing. The DJ was getting paid to play the music after all. “Why are we doing this- I didn’t actually come to the Prom to dance you know???”
N hesitated before smiling down at her, holding her shoulder and beginning the box steps. V, hesitantly joined in. She didn’t like it. She didn’t think she liked it. She might like it. She definitely liked it. But there was no way she was going to show him that. To give him that satisfaction. So, to show how much she “hated” dancing with him, V intentionally tripped over her legs, trying to knock N over at times. She was banking on him just giving up on her but he stuck around.
Of course N wasn’t perfect, but he was surprisingly good for it being his first time. N chuckled a bit as V was pretending to struggle, so he would just drop it. And this way she didn’t have to feel these stupid feelings. But he was determined to stick with his partner.
“I mean… we’re already here, right? Why not try some dancing? That is what you do at a prom… right?”, he brought V’s hand up and twirled her. V got genuinely dizzy and looked up at him, trying not to fall over. N caught her and held her by her back, looking down at her, now a bit nervous. Digital sweat ran down his forehead as he stood her straight back up. “Oh- I’m sorry- was that too much…? I’m pretty new to this…”
V was struggling to find her words. She knew N was made of metal, but at the same time he felt… warm. He felt comforting. V felt like she could fall asleep in his arms and never wake up. These thoughts and feelings had her blushing, she didn’t want to feel this way about her Destruction partner. She didn’t want to. But she found herself feeling this way, no matter what she wanted. The choice, apparently, wasn’t up to her.
V was looking up at him before looking over at the ground. Her screen showed some sweat as well as the bright blush that took over her cheeks. She was not going to let N see her like that.
“No. It was… uh- fine…”, she still refused to look up at N, as he simply smiled brightly, a little bit of blush lining his cheeks golden.
“Well- I’m glad it wasn’t too much!”, he smiled again before simply continuing the dance, practicing the box steps again. This time, now that V was a bit more comfortable, she was actually genuinely trying. She was no where nearly as good as N, but there was an obvious difference. That difference, however, completely flew over his head.
He had no idea what she was doing. All he knew was that V was dancing with him, and that was all he ever wanted. He looked at her flushed face and blushed a bit, himself. He was certain that V had no idea about his feelings for her. Why would she know? Uzi didn’t tell her, right? She’d have no reason to…
N’s thoughts were racing before looking back down at his dance partner’s face. She was so pretty. Of course, he knew that her face was just a screen with a mouth under it. But, despite that, he felt like he could look into those digital eyes and kiss her for days and not have to recharge. He didn’t know how bright he was blushing until V looked at him a bit oddly.
“Oh- uh- it’s pretty hot in here, huh? I’m starting to overheat… I think-” V, for the first time in a long time, gave a genuine little laugh at her partner stumbling so much to explain his flush. And this laugh, only made him blush more. N was still under the impression that V had no idea how he felt towards her, and so he tried hiding his face.
V acted without thinking and brought one of her hands up to cup N’s face, forcing him to look at her. She examined his face a bit, making him a bit nervous. She kind of liked that about him, how any contact from her got him a bit anxious.
And once again, without thinking, she brought him down for a dip and stayed there for a second, before slowly pressing her mouth to his. She held him close to her, closing her eyes and letting the moment guide her through the rest of that evening.