"You were talking to yourself, which is strange since you've never done that before."
Uzi spoke with a blunt tone, looking at the disassembly drone from across the room.
"And what the fuck does that have to do with me being paranoid?"
V retorted with a snarky tone, the purple-haired drone only rolled her eyes at the response.
"Because you're acting weird, N's been acting weird too. You both have. Did you and N grow more insane than you already are?"
The worker watched as V's eyes hollowed into yellow rings, Uzi raised an eyebrow, her confusion only heightening.
The goth drone also swore she heard V mutter out something that resembled the lines "That little..." and then a profanity right after it.
"What? Has there been some kind of conspiracy going on between you two? Did N finally grow some guts and ask you out?"
V rolled her eyes, looking like she... loathed, that thought alone.
"First of all, N tried asking me out once before he met you and I.. rejected him, that time. Second of all, I knew he liked me all along, and I already told him that I didn't reciprocate his feelings, I tried saying that in the nicest way possible. And lastly, there is no 'conspiracy' going on between us."
Uzi eyed her, she had a feeling that wasn't the entire truth. V acted weirdly suspicious, but it's not like Uzi cared.
"Whatever. If some secrets were shared between you and N, I'll find out one day anyways."
She just crossed her arms and began to walk to the landing pod's ladder, all while she felt V's gaze at her.
It's not like V was planning something sinister, right?
Uzi will just have to wait and see, because if she pries into stuff too much, it'll be weird doing so. After all, V and her aren't all that close.
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Fanfiction'' Dislike grows into hate, hate grows into despise. '' '' Despise turns into interest, interest turns into curiosity. '' '' Curiosity develops into intrigue, intrigue develops into.. infatuation. '' '' Infatuation becomes love, and love becomes...
