You and N are currently hunting for worker drones together, as you ahd fully run out of oil to feast on whenever on the verge of Overheating.

The both of you are currently perched up on a dimmed street light, stalking a small squad of workers. Though, you can't seem to keep your eyes on the prize. At least not for long. Your gaze keeps averting to N, and you feel oddly attracted to him, in ways that JCJenson would probably never accept in this generation. Or era. Or whatever.

His soft silver hair, the way you can see the bright, glowing X on his visor in the dark just makes you feel fuzzy. And you suddenly feel your mind going elsewhere. Fantasies of how he would be in bed flash in your mind, and your tail suddenly starts wagging like a dogs whenever it gets really excited. You look away abruptly, looking toward the small squad of workers and locking your attention on them for a good amount of time. Until those thoughts come back again. How would it feel to have his tail tangled with yours? His fingers intertwined with yours, his lips locked on yours, his hands on—

"Hellooo? You good?" N whispers, pulling you out of your daze.

"Do you need us to go elsewhere for a bit? You look like you need a bit of a break. You're zoning out a lot." N says in a hushed voice, keeping his tone level so only you can hear him.