Her wild side

      About a week has passed since that trip. The investigation has reached a dead end, and there are only more questions and problems. N only saw how Uzi went into even greater bouts of aggression than before, when something went awry again. He tried to help her, but she repeatedly rejected his helping hand and any other gestures of concern on his part, as if she was trying to keep her distance. She repeated, "I'll do it myself, back off," to which the guy could only humbly lower his head and just step aside so as not to interfere with her. Today was exactly the same, more dedicated to repairing the ship, only something didn't work out again… Out of anger, the rebel threw her father's wrench to the side. The instrument hit the iron wall with a ringing crash and fell to the floor. Fortunately, it did not get into the important objects of the pod, over the restoration of which girl has been working for a month with varying success. — Damn it! — every now and then it escaped from her lips, while she herself clenched her fists with irritation. Purple one was tired of constantly picking at the wires under the control panel, so she decided to give herself a little break by sitting down in one of the chairs. N could only watch her silently from his pilot's seat. Basically, guy was waiting for Uzi to finally give him a new assignment, so that at least he would not sit idle all the time. Only waiting for girl to deign to pay attention to him was delayed and it was extremely awkward for the gray-haired to just drill her back with his gaze. But if the disassembler dares to take the initiative, then the rebel can make a scene again. He didn't want that either… Meanwhile, V had been absent from the base for some time, explaining her departure by saying that she wanted to visit her bestie, and she was tired of the society of the "idiot drone" and the "purple walking problem". Whether her intentions were really peaceful or she just quietly decided to chop up some workers for dinner is still an open question. But if the option was the second, then Uzi with her next conversation will be short ... There will be no choice but to chain her to the wall again so that she thinks carefully about her behavior. But not even fifteen minutes had passed, when suddenly purple one rose from her seat again. — I won't be out for long... to get some air, — the rebel said, approaching the threshold of the capsule before leaving it. — Let's go together? I would like to keep you company, — N got up from his seat, also heading towards the exit, but then he was stopped by young worker's outstretched hand so that he would not come closer. — No, you don't need to. As I said, I won't be for long,— girl smiled tightly to assure her friend that everything was fine, but some unhealthy blush suddenly lit up on her cheeks for a moment, as if she was ill, but she covered her face with palm so that it wouldn't be so obvious. That smile of hers wasn't exactly reassuring. Although the gray-haired saw clearly well that something was happening to purple one and she was trying to hide it again, but N did not impose himself anymore. Maybe she really needs to be alone for a while and collect her thoughts. Why can't disassembler wait a little? He nodded understandingly, returning to his seat in the chair, after which Uzi, with a sigh of relief, finally left the capsule. The guy was left on his own again. He didn't find a case for himself, except to lower his gaze to the table in front of him, where all sorts of burnt wires and other parts were scattered, which Uzi dug out of the depths of the pod, replacing them with more working analogues if possible. Their place is then in the landfill, but the general cleaning will be later. Now the gray-haired turned his gaze to a stack of papers lying to the side along with a box of colored pencils. The stationery was kindly provided by purple one as a friendly gift, for which N is still very grateful to her. Only now there was absolutely no mood to draw. Instead, gray-haired began to sort through the already drawn sheets. Among the crooked lines trying to depict all sorts of memorable events that have occurred over the past couple of months, there were attempts to draw dogs and homemade postcards for all occasions. Here are some relatively recent drawings: one where all three of them are in dapper outfits after the prom, and two more just after their trip. The first one showed him and V in a cheerful circle of campers near a campfire, and the second one was Uzi among a dark forest. Alone. In her "monstrous" image. N has not shown these last two drawings to the rebel yet, although he usually shared everything he did with her. He didn't want to stir up what had happened in the camp. Purple one avoided this topic as much as she could, although the guy himself did not really understand what had happened. It was the first time he had ever seen a working drone turn into a strange version of a murder drone and start devouring its own kind. Only N did not put any "terrible" meaning into the last drawing at all. Although he depicted Uzi with those webbed wings and a toothy tail, but she looked completely ordinary to him. The rebel remained herself even with such scary appendages, but the guy felt sadness on her face. The disassembler knew that purple one would not kill everyone indiscriminately. Just what exactly happened that day remains a mystery, and the one who really could have known something still refuses to fully cooperate. This "the one" was V, who had run away to robo-God knows where long before Uzi. What can we say about a suspicious cassette with unknown contents, but there has not yet been a suitable player. At least in working condition. Now it was as if N was trying to put together a two-part puzzle in the form of these drawings. The rebel really shouldn't have walked alone that day. Gray-haired had to insist on his own and not let her go alone… "Biscuits!" — the guy hissed, suddenly clenching his fists. It seems, without realizing it, he allowed it to happen again. Time passed slowly, but it felt like Uzi was gone for about an hour, and the guy began to worry only more. He had the right to be angry at the rebel that she had deceived him about her imminent return, but the good-natured disassembler did not even have a thought about it. Now he was just thinking about what could have happened to purple and why she was gone for so long? The excitement in his mechanical chest only intensified. N was very worried about the girl, so he could no longer sit still. The guy jumped out into the street, starting to look around. It was immediately obvious that the rebel was not on the territory of their base. The gray-haired quickly ran outside the corpse tower, then spread his wings and soared into the air. The disassembler was actively scanning the area, looking for traces of young worker from a height. He spotted them quickly enough and all that remained was to follow in the right direction. The tracks of her boots had not yet had time to be covered with snow, but because of the rising blizzard, it was worth hurrying. If bad weather breaks out, then even hunting super-sensors will not help. The way lay somewhere to the border of an abandoned human city. Uzi tried to get as far away from their base and from her native bunker as possible. But why? Suddenly the guy noticed something strange in the snow. He decided to slow down and descend to get a better look. Sometimes the girl's tracks, which were looping from side to side, suddenly stopped, after which unusual stripes went on through the snow. The rebel seemed to have fallen flat on the ground at some point, and then completely continued her way on all fours, like a wild animal. It even began to seem that she had a second pair of hands… To call it "suspiciously strange" would be an understatement. A little more and her trail completely turned into some narrow alley. From that moment on, N was forced to completely remove his wings and continue on foot. But there was a feeling that he was already close… Soon the footprints along the dark street led him to the stairs to some basement. The door at the end of the steps was tightly closed, but N found suspicious barely noticeable deformations on it, such as occur when using Absolute Solver. There was no longer any doubt that Uzi was here. The disassembler swallowed a lump stuck in his throat, after which he plucked up the courage to break down the door. As a murder drone, it didn't cost him much effort, so the heavy iron rusted gate fell to the ground with a crash. An impenetrable darkness opened up on the other side. A very dark room without the slightest light source. N stepped out of the door, cautiously looking around. — Uzi! Are you here? — he shouted into the darkness, hoping that the rebel would respond. But in response, guy heard only a quiet scratching somewhere in the darkness, and then an unpleasant screeching. Suddenly, the disassembler noticed some movement in the dark, someone's shadow darted into the corner of the room, but there was nowhere else to run. She turned around, staring at the gray-haired with her purple eyes that shone brightly in the dark, like a hungry predator. — N... please go away, — the girl's voice sounded strangled with a slight growl, as if she was barely restraining herself. — Why don't you tell me what's going on? — the disassembler took one step towards the figure huddled in the corner, broken glass crunched under his foot. — No! I told you everything was fine! I just need to be alone,— she growled more openly, after which the rebel turned away from the disassembler in the other direction. — Uzi… I can see that everything is not all right,— guy took a new step forward, acting more confident. — I can see you're hiding something. I'm sick and tired of all these secrets, and you decided to start hiding something just like V. In my opinion, this is unfair, even though you promised that from now on we will deal with everything... baby steps... together. There was silence for a while. Purple one began to hesitate after her friend's words. Her head drooped, lowering her sad gaze to the ground. — I'm not dealing with anything well… What's the point of me if I'm not capable of anything, even alone? — after these words, a quiet rasp was heard again, as if the rebel began to scratch something under herself out of desperation. — You're not alone, — N says with the usual concern in his voice, coming a little closer. — It's always difficult alone. I know that V and I can't do it without you, so don't belittle yourself. Asking for help is normal and it's not a sign of weakness. Uzi turned back to the gray-haired man with eyes full of regret. She wanted to say something, but suddenly a warning about high temperature flashed on her display, after which the girl painfully hissed, clutching her head with her hands. — Uzi?! — he exclaimed anxiously, already running up to her. It was impossible to make out anything at all in the dark, so N switched to night vision mode. In yellow-green shades, he finally saw her leather-bony wings, with which she "hugged" herself, sitting in the corner. There was also a tail with a lot of purple eyes on the "muzzle" nearby, only now he was sadly snuggling up to the hostess, while she herself was in great pain. From surprise at what he saw, the disassembler recoiled in fright. But he wasn't afraid for himself, the guy was afraid for Uzi, which took on its dangerous appearance and was probably on the verge of going off the rails again. A new attack of overheating receded and girl finally lowered her hands, but it was clear how much she was not well. The guy decided to sit down next to the rebel, leaning his back against the wall, while she herself continued to shrink in the corner of the room in her "cocoon". — How often does this happen? — quite calmly, but sympathetically asks N, looking at her. He guessed that this was not the first time.       Purple one fell awkwardly silent again, not knowing how to tell the truth. The wings tightened even more, as if girl wanted to protect herself, but it didn't help at all. And why would she defend herself from N? — Apart from the camp, this is the third time... — she finally says, still not daring to look up. — I do not know why this is happening… The only choice I have is to lock myself out of harm's way until it goes away by itself. But I constantly feel this painful heat and insatiable hunger… There was a tremor in her subdued tone, as if she was on the verge of crying. But then Uzi shuddered when she felt how the disassembler gently hugged her, slightly opening her "cocoon" with his hands. — You're taking too much on yourself, — he says softly, leaning his cheek against the top of her head, trying to calm her down. The rebel froze dumbfounded at the guy's gesture, but was in no hurry to reject it. After a while, she herself put her palms on the arms embracing her, smiling meekly. This time the silence was not awkward, but in some way lulling when a close friend was nearby. And the howling wind outside did not interfere with this idyll. N could feel, even through his shock of purple hair, how hot Uzi's head was right now. He was now thinking about how he could help the girl ease her pain. But no sensible thoughts have come yet. What caused these transformations of young worker? Maybe because of stress, she begins to lose control of herself, which allows some virus inside to take up? It sounds plausible, considering how teenagers are often emotionally unstable… It seemed that the rebel was completely relaxed in N's arms. She leaned closer on him, which the disassembler did not mind at all. There was a certain comfort even sitting in the corner of the cold basement while the two of them were here. In private. This could have gone on for a long time, only suddenly the previously relaxed Uzi body shrank sharply. A warning about a high temperature flashed on her visor again and the girl even screamed in pain. N, who had been holding the rebel until now, felt how she became even hotter. Purple one broke away from his embrace and jumped to her feet. Clutching her head with hands, young worker almost immediately fell to her knees. The toothy tail began to dart from side to side, as if not knowing what to cling to. The leather wings suddenly opened and with their ugly clawed fingers clung to the concrete floor, again making that unpleasant grinding sound. Only now the disassembler noticed that Uzi was completely naked. After a cursory glance around the room, he finally noticed the girl's casual clothes somewhere on the floor in another part of the room. Clothes, to put it mildly, were not in the best sight because of such transformations. Due to overheating, the girl most likely decided to take everything off herself. But no matter with these clothes no, his friend is in critical condition! Just what could he do in such a situation? After some time of strong convulsions, the pain finally receded a little. The rebel collapsed weakly on the floor, after which she barely raised herself on her elbows, but even this was difficult for her. N jumped up from his spot to help Uzi sit down normally again. Getting up on feet now will not be the best idea, but lying on the floor also was a bad prospect. Purple one felt a little dizzy, but the guy held her hands tightly so that she would not fall to the floor again. For the girl, the realization came belatedly enough that she was sitting naked in front of the disassembler. Because of this, an embarrassed blush lit up on her already red face from the heat. — Sorry... — she whispers sadly, taking a bashful look away, — that I look so terrible… Purple one tried to hide herself with webbed wings, but N's strong arms did not allow her to escape again, and she had absolutely no strength left to resist. — You have nothing to apologize for, — the disassembler said calmly, deciding to release her palms from his grip, feeling how embarrassed Uzi was. — It's not your fault. Although gray-haired himself began to feel growing awkwardness, seeing the naked body of young worker, but for the sake of at least some decency, he decided to turn away so as not to embarrass the girl more. Yes, only a yellow blush treacherously lit up on his face, too. — And you're not terrible at all, — he suddenly says with a slight smile to keep up the conversation, although maintaining eye contact now seemed difficult. — You're beautiful. And even your new body parts won't change that fact. It seems that his words only made Uzi blush more. She pressed her head into her shoulders, frowning slightly. — Gross… I hate that you say that...— she grumbled in a more familiar tone for herself. — Heh… I thought it would help to defuse the situation a little, — the disassembler grinned stupidly, patting his head, after which he dared to look the rebel in the eyes again. — But... I really think you're beautiful. The gray-haired sincerely smiled at the purple one without a second thought, even though she shriveled under his gaze in embarrassment. She was frowning prettily, trying to hide her blush, but she remained silent. Uzi seemed to be thinking about something that she definitely didn't want to say out loud. After a while, her face became more determined instead of frowning. She straightened up a little, as if filled with confidence. Suddenly, her wings opened wide, revealing her petite body once again. Guy did not have time to be surprised, as these appendages grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him closer to the rebel. In an instant, Uzi pulled N by the coat collar on herself and pressed her hot lips to his, as if this was her only wish before death. It seems that now purple one was not embarrassed even by her meager experience in such things. She just wanted to do it and didn't care about the possible consequences. For the gray-haired, the kiss was like a burn, which gradually became so tart, but strangely pleasant. The disassembler did not have time to really recover from a slight shock, when he suddenly felt that her hands began to slowly unbutton the buttons on his coat. He was deeply impressed by the actions of Uzi, but was in no hurry to stop her. Soon, the girl's hot fingers touched the bare body of his chest, which made N shudder. He felt himself starting to heat up. Unaccustomed to what was happening, it was a little frightening but for some reason it was drawn to continue. What guy couldn't expect from this beast. After all, they were pretty close friends, considering that purple one didn't have them at all before. He became the first person she could confide in after her father, but the disassembler did not expect at all that the girl would harbor such feelings for him. Feelings that are not able to express in words, but in body language. They've been through a lot and N is ready to accept her for who she is. Brave, aggressive, sometimes giving free rein to her cute rebel trait. Only now was she discovering her new wild side… In order not to remain in a passive position, the gray-haired decided to use his tongue by running it over her lower lip. From such an action, Uzi was caught off guard for only a couple of seconds, after which, in response, a little clumsily, but allowed to deepen the kiss. Her palms, meanwhile, continued to draw strange patterns on N's chest, which sometimes provoked a slight tremor and an unfamiliar feeling that excited consciousness. Guy didn't even immediately realize that Uzi had climbed onto his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. She ran her fingers through N's silvery hair while he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her to him as tightly as possible. It seemed that there was no free space between their bodies at all and this only made it hotter. Suddenly the rebel bit him lightly on the lip. This caused a slight tingling in the disassembler, but at the same time it turned him on only more. Mechanical lungs began to burn without access to cold air. The long kiss had to be interrupted due to the lack of proper ventilation. Pulling away, both drones gasped for air, looking at each other with bleary eyes. A slight taste of engine oil remained on the tongue. The temperature between their bodies rose noticeably, which was impossible to ignore. A slight smile played on the girl's lips, which made N involuntarily smile in response. What was happening could be mistaken for a delusional dream of someone's sick fantasy, but only all the sensors in his body were now saying that everything was happening in reality. For a moment there was interference on purple one's visor again, and the guy only noticed out of the corner of his eye a three-arrow symbol flashed through the visual noise. The rebel's smile suddenly became a little wider, exposing noticeable fangs unusual for workers. An unpleasant shiver went down N's spine, as if in anticipation of something bad. He felt someone else's tail wrapped around his legs, slightly constraining his movements, but this is nothing compared to how the girl with a strong push forced him to fall on his back. N hit the back of his head on the concrete floor when the rebel hovered over him, resting her hands on his broad chest. It was impossible not to notice how the purple one began to act rougher. Now he was just mesmerized by the miniature figure of the girl towering over him. He saw how the moonlight glittered in the darkness on the modest curves of her body and how her beautiful violet eyes shone with a bright fire. It was frightening, but at the same time it attracted the eye like a mad magnet. Quite sharply, Uzi ripped the belt off guy's coat, after which the clothes did not hide his torso at all. No matter how embarrassing the situation was, but to some extent it was even fair to the rebel. Gray-haired wanted to move reflexively, but then the leather wings forcibly pressed his hands to the ground. In fact, the disassembler was crucified on the concrete floor without the right to move. With his strength, he could easily change his current position, but N was afraid of harming young worker. Instead, the guy decided to give the whole initiative to Uzi for now. When the girl's smile only became more predatory, various obsessive thoughts made the disassembler's neurons shudder with electric goosebumps. Again, short static went through her display, after which the rebel fell to his lips. He was completely in her hands. Literally. Purple one's palms began to wander over his wide body again, sometimes tapping with her fingers and causing a slight tickling and increasing excitement. The new touch of lips was just as hot for the gray-haired and burning from the dance of their tongues and sometimes her light bites. She boldly explored the disassembler's torso, lowering her hands lower and lower, tracing the path from the burning yellow light on his chest to the lower part of his black waist. At some point, the purple one left his lips, leaning towards his neck. He felt a wet trail on his metallic skin, which evaporated almost immediately due to the high temperatures. Through a scattering of new light kisses, Uzi descended to his collarbones. For a moment she teased him with her hot breath until she dug her fangs into his body. From such a strangely pleasant pain, the disassembler dropped a hoarse, strangled groan. From all her actions, a very tight pulsating knot formed inside N, because of which his core was pounding only harder and harder. It began to seem that if this energy was not allowed to come out, the guy could explode. "Release energy..." — the thought flashed again in the subcortex of his foggy consciousness. But it seems after that, the gray-haired's mind gradually began to sober up, sometimes distracted by the sensations of the girl's new caresses on his body. It's strange enough that in such a situation, where there is no other option but to simply surrender to the moment, gears suddenly start moving in his head. But what if we try to exhaust Uzi? Make her let off all the steam? To bring her to such a state that her system will have no choice but to switch to safe mode so that the girl can relieve her temperature and excess stress? All this sounds like the thoughts of a sick pervert, but suddenly it can really help? Risk is huge but it worth to try. N didn't want to waste any more time. With a deft enough movement, he pulled his limbs out of the grip of her wings. It seems that the rebel herself did not have time to realize when suddenly her world turned upside down, and already guy was hovering over her lying on the floor. She was stunned by the surprise, but relaxed a little, partially resigned to the fact that it was his turn. He could see by the bright light in her chest how much her core was throbbing, perhaps even more often than his own. From his new position, the guy again unconsciously admired the view of a naked girl. Being pressed to the floor, she felt uncomfortable from how the eyes of the disassembler were focused on her, from which the rebel herself, out of habit, shyly looked away. Her mood changed so quickly after what she was doing to him… Hah… At such a charming sight, gray-haired smiled tenderly. He bent down to gently kiss purple one on the forehead, from which she closed her eyes amusingly. It seems that a slight discontent began to grow in Uzi from the way N was "coddling" her now. At this, guy only grinned wider, after which he lowered himself to her neck. The girl shuddered all over from the sensation of a slippery tongue on tactile sensors. The disassembler's hands were not left idle. With his fingers, he began to explore her petite torso. His every touch was like a static charge from the way purple one was shivering. He was a little surprised at how sensitive she was. Gradually, the intensity of the gray-haired's effects increased and the rebel was no longer able to restrain herself. When N bit Uzi lightly on the shoulder, she let out her first moan. The girl clung to his hair with her hands while the disassembler continued to play with his tongue on her chest, and already grabbed his back with her wings. More purple one did not restrain her sweet voice. Due to the manipulation of her body, Uzi moaned loudly, sometimes it seemed that because of the pain from overheating, but she did not dare to ask N to stop. Perhaps her sane half has long since turned off, giving all the power to some primitive instincts that are not peculiar to robots. Only it became clear that this was not enough for the rebel. At some point, the guy felt the claws of her wings begin to unconsciously scratch his back. With a hoarse growl, he endured this slight pain. The disassembler hoped that he would be able to make the purple one discharge without resorting to more stringent measures, but apparently there is simply no other choice. However, he himself was on the verge. Suddenly, N opened his wings. Metal blade feathers flashed in the dark and pierced the wings of the Uzi with their edges, pinning them to the floor. From the sharp pain, she screamed, to which the disassembler immediately descended to her and began to cover her face with gentle kisses and whisper a quiet "sorry" until the unpleasant sensation passes and the purple one relaxes again. He tightly intertwined her tail with his own to constrain the movements of all biotic appendages that pose a danger to both him and her. Gray-haired again pressed his lips to Uzi, barely distinguishing her temperature from his own. She tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, just not to let go, but it was obvious that guy was now left only to her. He wouldn't leave her for anything. N lowered himself as low as possible to lean against the rebel with his whole body. Chest to chest, core to core. Finally, that knot inside him began to throb with a vengeance to break out. A current discharge suddenly swept through his entire body and was also transmitted to purple one, from which she gasped in surprise. Following this, new electrical impulses began to emanate from the guy's body, the girl responded to each new flow with another moan, continuing to hold the disassembler tightly in her arms. Meanwhile, she wrapped her legs around his hips. Gradually, the intensity of the impulses increased and soon N could not restrain his own noisy sigh. He began to feel a similar pulsation begin to emanate from Uzi, affecting his body in almost the same way as he was on her. Each of his waves with her wave caused a strange dissonance that knocked everyone's control over their own breathing. Moment by moment, their impulses began to synchronize, gradually entering into resonance. The cores of young worker and the disassembler began to beat in unison, affecting both of them with great force. It looked like they had reached their maximum temperature, judging by the way white steam emanated from their bodies, enveloping everything around with a light haze. Each new discharge of current made the drones flinch. N started muttering incoherently until his burning eyes fell on the girl writhing under him. She then threw her head back, almost breaking down every time to scream, then again tried to squeeze into the chest of the gray-haired. — Uzi... — he whined, barely controlling himself. The disassembler leaned on her with his whole body, raking the rebel into a strong embrace. The heat was becoming unbearable, but they could not break away from each other. It seemed that a little more and they would melt, becoming a mixed metal mass. But now they were practically one, when their hearts were beating synchronously. Gradually it was coming to its climax. N whispered young worker's name softly each time until she herself could not utter anything coherent except moans. The impulses of the bodies beat on all their mechanisms, driving all the sensors crazy in a frenzied masochistic ecstasy. Suddenly both drones screamed at the same time. The last burst of energy was like a lightning bolt between them, causing a short circuit and paralyzing all their systems for a while. Uzi's display went out and her body went limp helplessly under the weight of the equally exhausted guy.

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      The disassembler came to his senses much earlier than the girl. He felt very weak, but somehow forced himself to take a sitting position. His head started to spin, but N was able to get used to it quickly, after which he focused on the surrounding environment. Uzi was still unconscious, but her extra limbs had disappeared without leaving a trace. However, after the claws of the rebel in the basement walls and on gray-haired's back, there were noticeable scratches. Quite suddenly, memories of what happened surfaced, from which the guy involuntarily lit up a yellow blush. She now looked so serene in her sleep with a slight satisfied smile on her lips. This charming picture made N chuckle. Sitting next to her, the disassembler pulled his palm to her face to remove a strand of purple hair from her screen. The guy soon noticed that weak sunlight was coming through the broken door into the basement. The sun couldn't get them here, but it was clear that they were locked up here for a while… Suddenly, a quiet mumbling was heard from the side of the rebel. A purple light lit up on her display, after which the girl slightly opened her eyes. — Good morning, — N smiled wider when Uzi looked up at him with her sleepy gaze. — How did you sleep? A blush lights up on the cheeks of the rebel with a dim light, while her lips twitched in a sly grin. — I slept like a log, — she says lazily, although it was clear from her voice that the girl had not yet had time to restore energy after the incident. — Well... I suggest we continue to rest while we're stuck here,— the disassembler grinned stupidly, pointing to the bright light outside. — We still have plenty of time. The gray-haired decided to move closer to the wall in order to lean on it with a wall for convenience. Purple one, meanwhile, somehow crawled up to him to lay her head on his lap. Since they will spend some more time here, they should take the most comfortable position. Although what kind of comfort can we talk about in the walls of an abandoned basement… But nevertheless, these two find the necessary comfort thanks to each other. The disassembler put his left palm on the top of the girl's head, starting to gently stroke her purple hair. Uzi reached out to the guy's free right hand to pull him closer, simultaneously intertwining the fingers of her palm with his. Not much time had passed when young worker began to sniff softly again already on his lap. The current moment pleasantly warmed N's heart that he continued to smile, looking at the sleeping rebel. He couldn't resist leaning over and kissing her gently on the forehead again. To the touch, Uzi was warm, not hot. This could not but reassure the guy, letting him know that all this was not in vain. But even that wasn't the main thing right now. The important thing is that the hard worker and the disassembler will finally be able to trust each other more, which means that they will pass the next tests of fate side by side.… Together.