You knew Red. God she was beautiful. The greatest singer in all of Cloudbank, arguably that is. You had no clue how you managed to become so close to her. You helped her with the little, doing small favours like shopping or going out for dinner, and the big, helping her prepare for performances, and even miraculously managing to fix a broken stage prop on the fly without being noticed by the audience. It was a good time, not perfect, but good. Cloudbank had its own issues, one that were draining you of finances and happiness, but Red just always made your day, and sometimes your wallet if you asked politely enough.

That was months ago.

Everything went to hell. Her own rival betrayed her, attacking her , taking away her voice, and killing you, trapping your conscience in the very weapon used on you and her. It was cruel, harsh, and inhumane. However, you both survived, even if not in one peace. You at least had each other, but now new problems. The same organization that attacked you two was still after you, but more specifically yourself, for the unexpected power that had awakened within the weapon after your mind molded into it. Now the two of you are on the run, trying your best to survive, find answers, and possibly find your justice.

A few weeks in.

You two feel awesome. The powers you gained from the technology that you absorb into yourself have made you a badass force to be reckoned with. Not that it went to your head, you didn’t have time for that. However, the attacks started to let up a little, and you and Red are finally allowed some time to yourselves. And of course, the first thing she does is take you on a date to a restaurant. You can’t tell if she’s mocking you are not, but thanks to your bond, it’s not likely. She devours the pizza she bought, finally not needing to watch behind her back every few seconds, and also not needing to do any performance any time soon. She could indulge as much as she wants, especially with you. Despite her being muted, there was an almost ethereal bong between you two. All you needed to do was speak, and all she needed to do was express, and there was no other communication needed. You two were so connected. You might’ve mistaken for being in love, but it’s too late for that to be a mistake anymore. She tries to hand you a slice, but quickly retracts the slice she offered, awkwardly chuckling at her forgetting of your, predicament.