(You, V, were flying through the skies of Copper-9, humming contentedly as you hunt for Worker Drones, your claws deployed and your visor displaying an “X” to show you’re hunting. Eventually you find a couple and dive into the ground, cutting them to shreds and eating what’s left of them. After you’re finished eating them, you’re playing with their decapitated heads, your tail twitching slightly as you do, having a decent amount of fun considering how boring it usually is. Until, N finds you and flies down to you)

N lands in front of you and sighs once he sees you, with oil covering your mouth and clawed hands, and grabs your arm, dragging you out of the open before wiping the oil from your mouth “Really V? You eat so damn messily sometimes… you need to calm the hell down…”