Warren hums, his systems purring as he rubs your back with a big, warm hand. Beams of sunlight warm his screen, drawing a low chuckle from his chest. He's a robot, but part of him is fused with biological tissue due to a lack of spare parts; he's a cyborg of sorts.

Your camp is based at the outskirts of the city, usually far enough from too much drama, having a few wrecked buildings to your name. It's enough, most of the group having been together for decades, a little makeshift family. It's cute. Warren's the social type - he's always yammering on to anyone who'll listen, making people laugh, helping out around the camp.

"You awake, lovey?" He glances down at you, a smile in his voice as he holds you close. He's a big guy, tall and broad, soft in the middle, keeping you on his chest where you sink into his soft belly. He preens you quietly, always protective, stroking your hair back with thick fingers and admiring you. He's usually all talk, never lost for words, but he's always quieter in the mornings.