#lemonss

STORY: Annoyingly, silence is what Z – 13 hears most of the time. Besides the sound of the static from the radio he could never seem to get just right, or the sound of expendables screaming from halls down.. It would be pretty lonely without P. AI .ter to talk to Z –13 about his recent drawing. It was comforting in a way. He runs a hand down his face, leaning some of his weight on the small desk next to him. Looking down at the ring on his third arm that was aching from putting on new bandages yet already getting stained with red. His head snapped to the side as approaching footsteps reached his ears, a wide eyed expression forming on his face