Archive of Our Own ^beta

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low-key bored, give me shit to write

what I WILL NOT DO!!!!
- proship of ANY SORT
- sh/ed/that sort of thing
- smut, no smut requests
- cyn x anyone, especially N
- crack ships (nothing against it just don't want to write it)

anything else is fine, might do yours might not depending on if I like it or not so just ask, yk
uhh ya

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A messy, unmade bed, bottles of spray paint and hacking stuff littering the desk, manga on every available surface... yup, it was Uzi's room, all right.

V sighed, flopping across the bed and staring up at the ceiling. She was bored out of her MIND. Her girlfriend (well, both hers and N's girlfriend) was at some sort of business meeting and N was off playing gin rummy or whatever with the WDF, leaving V alone in Uzi's room, staring into the void irritably.

For once, it didn't stare back.

V batted lazily at her tail for a moment before sitting upright with a growl, glaring around the room for something to just do. Her gaze snagged on Uzi's discarded hoodie in the corner. The disassembler debated her options for a minute before, against her better judgement, getting up and retrieving the hoodie before sitting back down.

She stared at it for a moment, her thumb brushing gently over the shoulder patch, before lifting it up and pressing it to her faceplate, breathing in her girlfriend's scent. Lavender-scented fabric softener, energy drinks, oil, and a sort of sparky, electrical smell... V finds herself relaxing, slumping against the headboard, internally cursing at herself.

After a while, she hears footsteps and throws the hoodie back into the corner, watching the door with masked excitement. The door slides open, revealing the purple-haired drone who walks briskly into the room, looking absolutely wiped. V takes in her outfit- a vaguely formal dresswear she threw together at the last second consisting of a white button-up shirt, black suit jacket and straight jeans, and her typical black combat boots, purple leg warmers and beanie- before she collapses on the bed face-first, letting out a longer groan than her small lungs should have allowed.

"Well, hello to you too." V says after Uzi finally stops, her tail twitching at her side. The gremlin of a worker drone turns her head to look at V, making grabby hands at her girlfriend, who in turn sighs and picks her up by her waist, setting the small drone on her lap. Uzi slumps against V, burying her face in the disassembly drone's jacket.

"...missed you..." comes Uzi's response as she wraps her arms around V's waist, muffled by the fabric of her jacket. V chuckles, hugging her little emo grape closer.

"I missed you too."

Uzi looks over V's shoulder to glance around the room briefly.

"...V?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

A pause.

"Why is my hoodie hanging off the fan?"