Murder Drones Stories/Oneshots

Baker's Dozen (V/Uzi)

Consider this a continuation of the last published Vuzi oneshot!!

A baker's dozen is 13, not 12- for anyone who doesn't know :)

For R4tatw1ggy
You didn't ask, but you shall recieve regardless <3

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"Uhuh..." Uzi answered skeptically. "Why is that a good idea again?"

Thad smiled like a puppy, something that reminded V of N. He poked forward two thumbs up. It did nothing to reassure V, and she doubted it would do anything to reassure Uzi.

"Because!" He laughed, "N won't care how it looks or tastes! He'll just be happy that you thought of him!"

Uzi rocked back and forth on her heels. She seemed indecisive. V couldn't blame her, she was wary of the whole thing too.

"But if he'll be happy we thought of him, then couldn't we do something more suited to our own talents?" V inquired.

Thad frowned and crossed his arms. Not angry, V noted. Afraid. "I don't think the murder-girlfriends making N a gift with their 'skillset' could possibly be good for the colony's population." He grimaced.

V snorted an almost offended laugh and Uzi's eye twitched. Did the stupid football boy not even care to acknowledge they were more than killers? They had an actual skillset! Uzi could craft amazingly and she could... uhh... Well, V was going to say she could make balloon animals, but she had never made them with anything besides Worker Drone intestines.

Okay, maybe Uzi had a real skillset and V was still working on the whole 'hobby' thing. Hobbies besides murder.

But it was still a touch offensive for someone to think that was all she is. V blew her bangs out of her eyes and glanced over at Uzi.

The shorter girl looked lost in thought. V loved the way her lower lip pouted when she thought deeply, or when she stuck her tongue out as she concentrated. It was always adorable. The pouting look reminded V of the other night. Mhhn, Uzi looked good begging for her and moaning her name.

"You okay with that, V?" Uzi tugged on her arm and looked up at her.

Blushing, V cleared her throat. "Say again? I was a little lost in thought."

Step one: preheat to 350°F when you think of her.

Uzi gave her a knowing look. "Sure ya did. Anyways, what about cupcakes?" She tilted her head. "Those seem..." she gestured all around with her hands, "easier?"

The Disassembly Drone dipped her head in acknowledgement. "He would like those, mhm. Yeah, I think we could do that easier than making a cake for him."

Uzi beamed, enthused that her suggestion became the main plan. Such a dorky smile. And the way her eyes lifted up and crinkled around the edges? Ohhhh, so cute.

Step two: Combine a smile sweeter than sugar and enthusiasm smoother than butter.

"Okay. Okay, okay," Thad nodded. He was getting into it. "Sounds good! N will love those. And I'll keep up my half of the duties. This party will be a success!" He saluted and Uzi couldn't help but giggle, a soft and sweet sound.

Thad departed, turning on his heels and almost skipping back to his place. He was so giddy with excitement. The whole party was Thad's idea: a birthday party for N. He was most excited to give N his present. The cupcakes were almost an excuse. What a faggot.

Uzi stretched, her back crackling. "I assume we have everything?" She turned back and looked at V with her eyebrows raised expectantly. Oh, how much emotion Uzi conveyed with her face. V wished she were half as expressive, but then again, Uzi being able to read her was all she needed.