Murder Drones: Dismantled Brethren

Werid ass detour

"I don't get the opera." 

S watches closely talking quietly to N. 

"it's something that humans enjoy, I don't get it either." S frowns 

"If I wanted to listen to music I'd turn on the radio." S turns to N "You alright?" N has a saddened look. "I...botched my chance with V." S stared confused. 

"What? You were great, dude!" N turns to S with an unamused face 

"All I did was stutter to myself until V excused herself to leave." S rolls his eyes. "Still better than how you acted around her before." N slumps down. 

"She doesn't even remember my name." S looked over "

One word is pretty hard to memorize, give her time this is still new to both of you." N smiled "Thanks S, you're a good pal." N turns back to the Opera before quickly turning towards S 

"S?...Do you...like someone as well?" S still watches the opera disinterested but answers N nonetheless. 

"Coaches don't play, N It won't work out." N looked at S skeptical of who it was. "....You're not gonna leave me alone until I tell you right?" N smiled "Pretty much." S sighed and pointed towards...J. "J? WHY J?" N is immediately shushed by multiple spectators, J shoots N and S a dirty look before turning back to Tessa. N looked at S disgusted. 

"She knows how to get the job done, She's no pushover and takes charge." S slumps down in his chair. 

"But like I said it's not gonna work, She's a rule-following leader while I'm a lazy bum." N still wasn't sure what to think. 

"I kinda just...accepted that it wouldn't work out, So y'know I decided to help you out with someone you care about. Like V." N smiled softly, still surprised that S had feelings for the Worker Drone who hates his guts the most. 

"Speaking of V I gotta thank her for watching T for the night." N sat back as the song ended and applause erupted. "Yeah." N said, "We should."