Nature creates horrors enough all by itself.

They used to be such good friends, sad how it all ended

Her purring continued to then grow slower, less rougher as V fell back into half unconscious state.

The kneading turns into heavier weight suddenly and something pressed overtop of Doll. V murmured to herself, optics closed as she shifted, making herself quite comfortable as both of her pegs tuck neatly under herself. Both arms folded over one another and neatly tucked together under her chest. The femdrones syringe barrel smacked the floor harder, moving faster against the wooden floor of the barn.

Thunk’ thunk thunkthunkthunk—

"..Hmrr..s'warm...kinda, hmph...lumpy though...."

Just as Doll started to drift off, she felt a heavy weight press down on her. Her visor turned on so she could frown at V. This wasn't the first time V had used her like a pillow. She would have been able to tolerate it if not for the thunk of her tail on the floor.

"V," Doll hissed, "Stop moving your tail. I can't sleep."

Doll dislodged one of her arms from beneath V's body and smacks her face. Some people are considerate when others are sleeping. Other people are Doll. If she wasn't pinned down, she would've grabbed V's tail herself.

Are you becoming what you've always hated?

@lostlittledollie said: "will you stay with me? just for tonight."

the silence had been hanging in the air for a while now, the only thing that broke it were settling sounds of the bunker around them. that and their heavy boots walking in almost sync along the grated metal floor. it had to have been pure lack that both her parents weren't home when they arrived, not that they wouldn't have been any help to the situation she really just didn't want to see them right now.

they'd managed to stagger into her room, trenching through crumbled up pieces of paper and dirty clothes; even more littered her bed. uzi would quickly scoot that off to join the rest down below, chuckling nervously as she'd apologize for the mess.

the silence between them continued to carry on for another few minutes as uzi began cleaning a little. glancing over at doll every so often just to make sure she was still doing okay. she'd offer her a gentle smile, her gradient eyes softened with an empathetic gaze before continuing to clean.

it should be noted that uzi's version of cleaning ( at least with a guest over ), is simply gathering all her clothes and putting it into one pile. as for the scattered paper, she might need those... maybe she wrote something important down.

doll's voice nearly startles her, bent over with a small handful of tee's, her shoulder joints tense only to relax a second later. she turns to her, hollowed eyes and her mouth slightly hanging open. she rolls her eyes, scoffing as she smiles again. tossing the clothes over with the dirty pile, she hops up onto the foot of her bed.

" i mean that was the plan. trust me, when my parents get home, last thing i'm gonna be trying to do is leave. " she scoots a little closer, bring her legs up to cross her legs. she stares down at her boots, letting one of her digits entangle itself around a lace. she catches a quick glance at the other drone before quickly averting back down at her boots.

Doll hadn't been in Uzi's room since she needed that key bug, and she hadn't stuck around long enough to see what it looked like. Now that she was here under friendlier circumstances, she was curious about how it had changed over the years. It was a mess, not as messy as Doll's bunker, but the chaos was familiar and ironically put her at ease more than a spotless room would have.

"Thank you, but I brought everything I need." She clutched the straps of her backpack and rocked a little on her heels. No need to be so formal. It was just a sleepover. She breathed in and out--not that drones needed to, but she's found that it madeher less anxious--and stooped to unlace her boots.

"I brought oil," she clarified. "And food."

Once she got her shoes off, she set her backpack on Uzi's desk and unpacked a flask of oil and a bag of chips. It was no loss for her to share; she recently refilled her pantry.

She took out her sketchbook and a pencil box as well. She brought her phone, too, not that she thought she'd use it. Focusing on a screen was almost impossible when someone else is talking to her.

Doll looked around for somewhere to perch, and settled for the desk chair. She spun slowly, taking in the lights, the posters on the walls, and the computer.

Right ontop of her hands, hey.. that's rude. Both of them become trapped between Doll and fleece.

V blinked at the the other for a moment, her tail lashes a little. She wiggled her hands free and started kneading at Doll's face instead.

" ..Oi..ты, засранец..get off.."

"No. I want to lie here." Doll puts a hand on V's face and tries to shove her away. "I want to lie here. Don't knead me."