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It was movie night. After begging convincing her dad to let N come over to the bunker, she finally got permission to let N come over. So here she was, herself on one end of the couch, and on the other end was N himself. She could feel her dad’s eyes on them, making sure they (mostly N) didn’t do anything funny. After some deliberation and going through movie after movie, with Uzi not wanting to watch anything for babies and N himself not being a fan of horror, the two agreed upon Princess Mononoke. A movie that had just enough blood and guts for Uzi, just enough cute animals for N, and pretty animation to satisfy the both of them. N had never seen this movie before, and he was enthralled from the very first few seconds. His expression throughout was one of giddy, childlike excitement; the disassembly drone's wide eyes were practically glued to the screen, and his mouth hung open in a small "o." She could feel her dad's eyes on them, but he clearly wasn’t trying to appear as if he were watching them. She rolled her eyes as the movie played before she heard her dad cringe in disgust at the sight of the bloody boar god. She spins around to face him.
“If you don’t like it, Dad, don’t watch.” Her voice was filled with annoyance. She doesn’t want her dad here at all . She wants to spend time with N. Her dad is interrupting it.
“I know, I just want to-”
“Look out for me? Dad, I can look out for myself.”
N seemed to have paused the movie, looking over at her dad.
“Uzi is very capable, Mr. Uzi! And I promise I won’t do anything to hurt her!” He smiles, a single fang sticking out past his lips. Her dad’s brow furrowed.
“... Alright. But don’t hesitate to ask if ya need anything.” His smile was sad. “I’ll be in my office. No funny business, got it?”
"Yes sir, Mr. Uzi, sir!” He did a salute, and Uzi rolled her eyes.
Her dad shook his head, and finally headed into the office. Uzi waited until the door was fully closed with a click, before taking a deep sigh. She looked back over to N, and he met her gaze, his tail wagging slightly.
“...Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked. He had this goofy-looking smile on his face, his fangs poking out slightly.
His face flushed and his eyes widened, then his head suddenly snapped back to the TV screen.
“No reason! L-let's get back to the movie!” N, nervous? That was new. Maybe it’s because he’s not used to not being under constant surveillance? She decides not to think about it. His eyes darted back over to her.
“Sure.” She smiles at him. Whatever N is nervous about, she doesn’t want to be one to add to it. She presses play, turning her attention back to the TV.
As the movie plays, Uzi almost thinks she sees N shift, scooting over towards her by an inch. She’s not sure if it's a trick of the light, or if N really did move. Maybe he’s just trying to get comfortable?
The movie continued, and every so often, N would move in some way, usually in reaction to the more ‘tense’ scenes. Uzi wasn’t affected, but N clearly was. In the scene where the boars begin to charge at the city, she glances over to see him curl his legs to his chest, eyes going wide. He meets her gaze—fear in his eyes. To think the dangerous murder drone would be afraid of a movie. Actually, no. Knowing N, it makes perfect sense. She sighs, rolling her eyes.
“Ugh. Get over here.” She mentioned for him to come closer, and he lit up like the sun.
“Really?” His tail began to wag like a puppy dog, and she sighed.
“Tsk, You’re clearly afraid, even if it is just a dumb movie. So you better get over here before I change my mind.” She looks away from N, a small blush on her face. N’s helped her plenty of times. The least she can do is return the favor, even if it is just over a dumb movie.
He crawls over to her on all fours, though now there isn't that much distance to close between them, his weight resting on her side as his tail curls around her waist. She stiffens, but N seems to take the hint and doesn’t do anything else. Simply resting his weight against her.
The movie continues to play, and as it does, N relaxes, and she can’t help but relax as well. His attention is on the movie, and only on the movie. She looks at him—the way he’s solely fixated on the animated characters on the screen. She smiles idly, and she finds her hand going over his shoulder in a sort of half-hug.
And then something strange happens. There is a weird rumbling sound, and it’s not coming from the movie. It sounds like it is coming from N. It sounds like-
“Are you purring?” She looks over at him, raising a brow.
N immediately stops the sound, pulling away from Uzi, eyes wide and an embarrassed (ashamed?) blush across his visor, arms pulled back like Uzi burned him. Out of the two of them, Uzi isn’t the one who should have to worry about burning him, but that's beside the point.
“Sorry! Sorry! I can’t help it, I swear!” Uzi felt bad; she wondered if J had looked down on the sound. Probably, it would explain his reaction, she thought. The shame in his eyes said it all.
“It's—it's whatever. You can’t help it. You don’t have to stop on my account.”
The smile that lit up N’s face was almost infectious, almost.
“Come back over here, ya big doof.” She sighs, putting her arm around him and pulling him back. The purring sound came back the instant she made contact with him as he leaned into her touch.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” He asked, concern in his voice.
“...Nah.”
N beamed, purring only growing louder. She sighed.
“Can we finish the movie now?” She said it with fake annoyance, having paused the movie (again) for their conversation.
“Oh! Um, right!” He snapped his gaze away from her, looking back at the screen. She sighed and pressed play. N’s purring filling the background.
Uzi’s never seen V sleep.
She’s seen N sleep plenty of times. Often finding him hanging upside down, cocooned in his wings as he slept.
But V?
Never. Whenever she was awake, V was too.
Which is the reason a very awake Uzi was staring at a very asleep V.
Usually, N slept hanging upside-down, but after going through both N’s memories and unscrambling the mess Cyn created in their minds... all three drones were exhausted. So N and V were curled up on opposite ends of the bed. Like dogs or cats.
Uzi was tired. But she couldn't sleep. Every time she tried to close her eyes, they’d pop back open, her mind racing full of thoughts and what-ifs and spiraling downwards into a descent of self-loathing and painful memories, and-
V stirred.
Uzi expected her to wake up, to call her out for being a little creep (she kind of was, for watching her sleep). But no. Her eyes scrunched together in- in pain? As she began to twitch—tail lashing, claws unsheathing—for a moment, Uzi thought all that hostility would still turn on her.
But V whimpered, and Uzi didn’t need any further clues to put the pieces together.
V was having a nightmare.
Uzi hesitated, her mouth going dry as she watched the murder drone’s fit. Tossing and turning. Uzi could see the gimlet of wings under V’s coat threatening to pop out.
As V let out another pained whimper, Uzi slowly, but surely, reached a hand over to her. As if at any moment the other drone would wake up and bite it right off.
She remembered that when she had nightmares, her mom would run her hand through her hair and hum, the synthesized feeling lulling her to sleep.
As Uzi made contact with her hand, V froze completely. Her expression didn’t change, however.
Uzi took this as a sign to keep going.
Slowly, she worked her way through V’s hair. Her fingers spread out and combed through it. Her hair was soft. Her hand would get caught in the tangles occasionally, and she would gently pick them apart, trying not to hurt her.
Slowly, V’s expressions turned from one of pain and fear, to one of softness. Her body relaxed, her tail curling around Uzi as she pressed a little bit more into Uzi’s hand.
To think a killer queen like V would enjoy getting pet.
And then.
A quiet rumbling came from V.
Uzi stopped entirely, freezing.
Before it clicked.
V was purring.
It was soft and rhythmic. It matched the slowing rise and fall of V’s chest as it shifted in each breath. It reminded Uzi of a cat, but not a housecat. No, her purrs were deep and loud. A big cat, maybe. Mixed with a race car engine. Uzi’s heard N purr before, but she didn’t know V could also do it, and honestly, she never expected her to. With how cold V was, she didn’t seem like the purring type. Was it a disassembly drone thing, she wondered?
A small whine, as V presses further into her hand, a little frown on her face. (She's still purring, though, Uzi notes.)
Uzi sighs and resumes her petting, her hand combing through V’s fur, careful of her headband. Uzi tries to ignore the blush on her face as she looks at V. She’s never seen V this relaxed. Nor has she seen her this happy. It’s cute, honestly. Seeing her like this.
If V ever finds out about this, she will personally wipe Uzi’s memory.
But that's exactly why she won't.
As Uzi pets her, she lies down in the middle of the bed to be more comfortable. V’s purrs fill the room as she stares at the blank ceiling. It's relaxing, the sound. It’s enough to distract her from her worries and give her something to focus on in the darkness. She can feel her eyes slowly close as her hand falls limp, and V’s purrs lull her to sleep.
Coming down here to Cabin Fever Labs was a bad idea. Uzi was shaking. She could see it on that crazy deer lady’s monitors. The dinosaur-like creatures chittering. Hunting. But they weren’t just hunting just any random drone. No. They were hunting N. Tessa too, she supposed. Something within her sank; her body tensed as she felt her powers flicker to life. It was wrong. It was different. She could see one of them grab N and throw him like a chew toy. She had to stop it—she had to save him. Strings of code—yellow, not purple—flickered as she pushed herself through the magnets, her vision blurring when her visor cracked. Her Solver becomes yellow. She can see it. Barely. What it's doing. Everything is glazed in yellow. It's not her that's controlling her movements. She's moving, twisting in unnatural ways. fingers crunching as her mouth moves, but the voice that comes out of her is not her own. The hole of flesh—it's not her that made that. The power is too much. Too much. She falls over, her vision going from yellow to darkness. She can feel someone lifting her in her haze. V? There’s a softness to her, a gentleness Uzi would be surprised by if she were more there. Uzi has never known the feeling of water, but she feels like she might be drowning. She’s jostled more; V is taking her somewhere. She can hear voices over the static of her audio receptors.
“-Hurt. We’re leaving.”
“I can take a squizz at-” the Australian voice is cut off as they lurch forward.
“You said you could control the sentinels!” Anger. Did Tessa say that? Uzi can’t remember. More words are being spoken, but they are all drowned out by static. Then she hears a letter—no, a name. N? V said N, right? N’s here? Did she hear him? Tessa’s talking again, but she can’t make it out as the static grows so loud, then stops all at once.
[REBOOTING…]
She feels her visor slowly get with the program as she opens her eyes, and everything hurts.
“Ow… My freaking head…N?”
She can see him; his eyes are laser-focused. He gives a small, sheepish smile and a nervous wave, and she doesn't hesitate as she climbs off V’s back, despite her slight growl when she does. She rushes towards him and ignores the lightheadedness she feels as she wraps her arms around him. She can feel him tense up. But that only pushes her to wrap her arms around him tighter, holding him close. There’s some hesitation before his arms circle around her in turn, pulling her close.
And not even seconds after he does so, Uzi can hear it. Rumbling. Purring. She’s heard N purr before. But there's no relaxation from him as he does so. Uzi remembers the past times he’s purred like yesterday—the way he melted, a blissful expression on his face as he became completely relaxed, all the tension leaving his body. There's none of that here. If anything, it’s the opposite. He’s as still as stone, limbs locked. His purrs are frantic, like he’s panting. In fact, Uzi can feel his core pounding in his chest. There’s no comfort or softness in it. If it were a few pitches lower, it would almost sound like growling. It's a tone shift from N’s usual demeanor. Did the raptors almost killing him mess him up that badly, or did something else happen? Uzi has no time to process the thought further as she’s interrupted.
“Why are you purring?” Tessa asks. Uzi flinches. N does too, and she swears he’s purring louder.
“...uh. Did you know? Cats purr when stressed too.” N says. It's quiet. It sounds like he’s trying too hard to sound like his usual cheery self. Uzi can put the dots together. N’s stressed. About what? She’ll have to ask when they get a moment. It would’ve been this moment, if not for the exacerbated sigh Tessa lets out.
“Alright, you two. Let's get a move on, eh?” She can feel N nod as he pulls away. She can still hear him purring. And he looks the most afraid Uzi has ever seen him. She opens her mouth to say something, but is cut off once again.
“Chop chop,” Tessa says, impatient. N sighs, says nothing, and walks past Uzi. The purrs halt right then and there. It makes Uzi worry. She turns around. V is looking at her, but her eyes follow N as he walks past, following Tessa out of the room before her gaze returns to Uzi. Uzi expects disgust from her expression. But instead, V’s face conveys one of worry. Of concern. Of fear.
“C’mon, we don’t wanna keep N waiting, right?" Her voice wavers ever so slightly. Uzi notices how she doesn’t say Tessa, or Tessa and N. No. Just N.
“...Right.”
Uzi follows V out the door, to where N and Tessa are. N gives her another small smile when he sees them both. And Uzi can’t help but return it. Maybe everything will be okay. So she hopes.
Uzi found herself shaking as her hand interlocked with N’s once again. The last time they held hands like this was when they were heading to the elevator. It seemed only fitting that they did it again as they left. But there was no Tessa to tell them not to date, no V to spit in disgust.
They did it. It was over. The solver was gone—as much as it could be, anyway. Cyn was now dead in that wretched meat hole. Nori, her mother—a fact Uzi wasn’t quite over—escaped the pit on her own. Somehow. She told the two she wanted to gather her things before reuniting with her husband. Uzi tried not to wretch at that. She gave Uzi and N a look before they left and let them have their moment and their privacy, as much as Nori wanted to connect with her daughter, as much as Uzi wanted the same. That can always wait. Uzi didn’t need her mother now, anyway. She needed N.
Her heart panged for him. But she could see it on his face—the grief. The betrayal, the shell shock of it all.
They saved Uzi, they saved Nori. He helped her save them both.
Uzi did not help to save V.
Left behind to raptors and rubble.
She wished she could go back and push V into the elevator, push Tessa—it wasn’t Tessa; she never was. out of it. And fall together. Maybe both of their hands would be in hers, instead of just N’s.
As they passed through the bloodied halls of the labs, she passed dead sentinels lying on the ground. Blood, oil. At least V managed to kill some of them. She both hoped and dreaded seeing V’s body—what had become of it? Did it get the chance to become like J, when she passed? Or did Uzi kill Cyn in time for that not to happen? She prayed it was the latter.
She flicked her eyes to N, and she could see him looking around, too. She squeezed his hand. His eyes zeroed in back on her. Wide, afraid. He looked like he might cry. She’s never seen him cry. Not really.
“Do you think...?” He asked, voice low and wavering. His eyes went back to flickering around.
Do I think she's alive? Do I think she died peacefully? Do I think her body got taken over and crawled away?
“...I don’t know.” She said, after some hesitation. He nods. Once. “...Do you want to look for her?”
“...should we?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well… what if she became...”
“But what if she didn’t?”
“What?”
“Think about it, N; we never actually saw her die. Right?”
“...But there were so many-”
“Shut up.” Uzi tugged on his arm, pulling him down to her level. She put both his hands on his face, keeping him there. N did as he was told, which didn’t really make her feel better. But she decided to keep going.
“Can’t believe I have to be the optimistic one for once.” She said, rolling her eyes as a blush formed on her visor. “V is strong. Real strong. She can wreck both of our shit. Surely, she can handle some stinking dinos.” N smiles a little at that. And she feels herself smiling back. She got him.
“You know just as well as I do, she wouldn’t just let herself get eaten by those things. She would have fought back. And she did fight back.” She sees N nod slowly in her hands.
“And if she became solver-possessed, wouldn’t we see the signs?” She only noticed it when she pointed it out; she remembered how not-J emblazoned the solver on the walls. There was none of that here. Just oil and blood. Once, the sight of oil made her hungry. Now it just makes her sick. She goes back to N, who makes her feel sick with something else whenever she looks at him. She can see it—that spark in his eyes, that infatuating hope.
“So. You want to look for her or not?” She asked. She didn’t want to get his hopes up, but if her mom could survive as just a core, maybe V could too, at the very least.
“I want-” N hesitated, swallowing. “I want to look for her.” Uzi smiled at that, patting his cheek.
“Alright then, N.” She lets go of his face before her hand slips right back into N’s hand, interlocking their fingers without a second thought.
“Let's go find our V.”
N nodded, squeezing Uzi’s hand once, as the two continued down the corridor, both of them now on the lookout. They were much more careful this time, now knowing what lay in its halls. While V did seem to kill quite a few of the sentinels, Uzi didn’t know how many there were. And she didn’t want to take the risk. She wondered where V would go, should she survive. Suddenly, an idea came to her.
“N!”
“Mmhm?” He looked down at her.
“If we want to find V, we gotta think like V!”
His eyes widened at that, and Uzi kept going.
“Like, if I were an emotionally constipated homicidal maniac, and I was probably bleeding out but too stubborn to die, where would I go?”
He lifted a hand to his chin, thinking for a moment. N knew V better than Uzi did; she knew that. And a little loading icon appeared on his visor. Cute.
“Oh! She’d probably go somewhere where she can keep an eye on things… I remember how she liked to get up high to spot her prey.” N said, a bit of a nervous pitch going into his tone. If N had told her that fact about V when they first met, fear would have struck into her core. Now it just makes her roll her eyes.
“Right. But not a lot of high places in here, huh?” Uzi thought for a moment. Then it came to her. And she tried not to grimace.
“There's TVs with monitors where that crazy deer lady took me and V. Maybe she went back there?” They actually haven't looked there yet; Uzi’s been avoiding it. Of course she has—after what happened last time, why wouldn’t she? But she still tugged N along anyway, back to the little operating room, where a closed door stood in their face.
“Well shit.” N swore.
Uzi turned to him wide-eyed. Not expecting him to ever say something like that. He looked down at her with a cheeky grin. She smiled back, her grin toothy and dangerous.
They didn’t need to say anything for them to both figure out to take the vents, crawling through them until they got to the room. And it didn't take them long for them to spot-
A form lay on the floor. Silver hair. Uzi’s core skipped a beat in her chest, as she carefully approached-
V.
She was propped up against one of the walls, her chest slowly rising and falling, her clothing was ripped, and her eyes were closed. For a split second, Uzi thought she was dead, but, oh. She was asleep.
Uzi sighed in relief. She looked hurt, but she clearly managed to heal.
N, on the other hand, frantically rushed over to V in a panic, shaking her vigorously.
“V? V!? Wake up, oh god please don't be V please don't be dead please V I need you-” He sounded desperate, needy. Uzi could see tears flowing from his visor as he shook her, desperate.
V woke up with a start, and within seconds, pushed N off of her, standing to her feet. Uzi noticed she was shaking, but she couldn't say anything before twin guns pointed at the both of them.
“Didn’t think you’d stoop that low, Cyn.” Her voice hissed as she pressed her back against the wall. N took two steps back. Eyes hollow.
“Not Cyn.” Uzi corrected, N nodded slowly in agreement.
“It's really us, V.” N’s voice was soft, gentle, a whisper. Like He was trying to coax a cat out from under a car. That only seemed to make V more angry.
“Like hell. I’m not falling for your tricks again.” Again? What did she mean by again? Was she referring to a memory, or did Cyn torment her while Uzi and N were in the church? Uzi didn’t know.
“We killed Cyn. It's over now.” Uzi started. V was afraid, clearly. Her arms trembled as her guns continued to point at them—one at N, one at Uzi. Her yellow eyes squinted.
“Prove it. Prove that it’s really you.”
Uzi halted. How could she prove it? N seemed to have an idea, however, as he started to talk.
“Remember when you and I got stuck in that snowstorm on the way to the bunker for Uzi to regain our memories? You were having trouble flying, and you clearly didn’t want me to know. But I did see, and I put my wing under yours, and-”
“Fine! Fine, N. It's the real you. Cyn wouldn’t be that sappy, anyway. What about you, purple freak? How do I know you’re the real deal?”
Uzi hesitates. What could she possibly say to V that would prove to her that she’s not one of Cyn’s tricks? She thinks for a moment. God damn it, this will be embarrassing as hell. But… V needs it. She sighs and steels herself, ignoring the creeping blush on her visor.
“R-remember when you spent the night... after... after I got your memories back? You were having a nightmare, and I-”
“Can it.”
Uzi was a bit grateful that V cut her off. She did NOT want to admit all that. She waits for V to say more, but she’s started by her sudden movement, standing up and rushing her. She braces for a sword to the chest, but instead-
Arms around her, tight. Oh. V’s hugging her. And N, too. It seems she managed to pull them both into an embrace at the flash of an eye. Uzi stiffens, but it seems N has the opposite response, letting out a choked sob and also hugging both V and Uzi, burying his face into V’s shoulder. Uzi can hear him crying. Uzi’s blush grows more as he holds them tighter. V says nothing, and Uzi hesitantly wraps her arms around the two of them in a hug.
She’s hugged N before when she was scared and afraid. But being the one to comfort... felt different. Not in a bad way. Good, but new and different. She felt V’s hands clutch her hoodie, and Uzi knew that she was going to be the one to comfort her, given how N was reduced to a sobbing mess.
She rubbed small circles into V’s back where she could reach. And she tried her best to conjure up the right words to say.
“We’re here.” It's all that she could manage.
But it seemed to be enough. Uzi could hear it from V, over N’s sobs. Purring. Loud, almost overwhelming. It filled the room and sent vibrations through Uzi’s body. She’s heard V purr before, but not when she was awake. It felt different, knowing V was willingly(?) purring while conscious. She loved the sound, though. Rhythmic and soothing. It sounded like a motorcycle mixed with a big cat, and Uzi loved every second of it—not that she would ever admit that out loud. She peered over at V to see her eyes closed, her head pressed into N’s coat-fur, and a blush on her cheeks. Uzi could feel V’s tail slowly, hesitantly, curl around them both. She smiled. Maybe... just maybe…everything would work out.
Uzi was pressed between them. N was a lot more affectionate than V was, nuzzling up against her, pressing light kisses wherever he could reach, her shoulder, her cheek, finally reaching up and kissing her lips. V was on the other side of her, letting N take the attention for now, but she could still feel V rub little circles into the back of her hand.
She feels V lift a hand to her lips, kissing it. Somehow, she expected V to be more rough. This gentleness coming from the drone is surprising. Then again, all three of them were still testing the waters, only having been dating for a few weeks. When Uzi sat them down, embarrassingly admitting her feelings for both the murder drones, she never expected them to feel the same way. She knew she liked N for a while—sometime between the end of prom and her transformation is when it hit—but her feelings for V crept up on her like an animal stalking its prey; she supposed it fit the two. Not only did they both like her, they both liked each other. She knew N held a torch for V that never really went away. And she supposed that V’s torch never went out either. Even though it would never be the same as the manor, the three of them were willing to give dating a shot.
Which led her to where she was now: in her bed, pressed between the two drones, N pressing butterfly kisses while her blush grew, V’s hand going through Uzi’s hair just like Uzi did to her long ago. She sighed. Maybe just this once, she can let her edgy persona go, and just enjoy this moment. She watched V’s tail snake over to entwine with N’s. Admittedly, ever since the death of the solver, Uzi has been too afraid to test if she still possessed these powers. She misses it, though. The wings and tail. Abilities—all of it. But she lets that thought melt away as she feels N press another kiss into the corner of her mouth, and she sighs. She deserved this, she thought as she watched V pull N away from Uzi by his coat collar to kiss him. Which he happily obliged with. His tail wagged as much as it could, its movement restricted by V’s tail.
For once in Uzi’s life, she felt completely safe, which is ironic, considering how the murder drones in question were once a source of her endangerment, given the fact that both have tried to kill her at least once. Who would have thought that now they were kissing her? Certainly not Uzi. She feels N and V press a kiss into her cheeks, and she smiles as she lets them dote on her.
She felt it before she heard it—a buzzing in her chest, her lungs, her throat. Like a bee got stuck in there and was fighting to escape. Both N and V reeled back in surprise. Uzi’s blush grew as she heard it. It wasn’t coming from N or V. No. It came from her. Uzi was purring. It sounded much, much different than N’s or V’s. a bit more echo-y, but considering it reverberated through her skull, it probably sounded different to the two than to her. She desperately covered her mouth as she curled into a ball, her head pressed into her pillow.
“Uzi… you’re purring! Wow! I had no idea workers could do that!” N sounded very excited, and Uzi groaned. She heard V gasp softly, and was the world darker than it was? Didn’t matter.
“Aw, don’t be shy, ‘zi. We’ve both purred around you, rememberrrr~?” V cooed. She felt V’s hand on her back, brushing between her shoulder blades, like she was avoiding something. Uzi was too embarrassed to care.
“Shut up! It's embarrassing!” Uzi groaned, muffled by her pillow.
“No its not; its c-...its.. Uhm.” N was clearly struggling not to call Uzi cute, which she hated. She appreciated the sentiment, even now, as she struggled to keep the buzzing down, her motor vibrating as she desperately tried to silence the sound, to no avail.
“It's nothin' to be ashamed about, ‘Zi.” V chimed in as she continued to rub Uzi’s back, which certainly was not helping in her attempt to cease the sound.
“Yeah, Uzi! Its.. badass!” N said, and it was enough for Uzi to part her wings in surprise at the wording (she still has her wings? When did that happen? Questions for later.) and look up at him, her face flushed and purrs reverberating off her wings, creating an amphitheater for the sound.
“Yeah, how many other workers can say they can purr? None! You’re one of a kind, Uzi.” He looked at her softly, his hand reaching out to her. She took it, wings unwrapping from her body as she emerged from the cocoon she didn’t even realize she made for herself until she left. N intertwined their fingers, and V took Uzi’s free hand in her own.
“And don’t worry. We won’t tell.” V winked, expression coy.
“... I-… I guess it isn’t so bad...if it's around…you know...you guys.” She admitted, pointedly looking away. She felt N cup her chin with his other hand, and pulled her head up to look at them. Both had smiles on their faces. And Uzi couldn’t help but smile back.