you were a drone, a drone like cyn, but of course, n being the sweetheart he always treat you right! tonight was the gala, the gala for humans. you had somehow managed to convince n to ask tessa if you guys can attend, which had always ended up wrong..

tessa: n!!! she dropped her cup, pinching his robotic cheeks

n: hi tessa… he spoke muffled

tessa: who’d you bring with…you… she eyed you up and down