Just silly little art of one of my favorite scenes to write for Lies behind locked doors so far :D
Love me a good murder drone vibing while a worker calls them a feral animal
The Disassembler hums while checking all her six claws one by one as if deciding whether they need sharpening or not. She finds the latter three a lot more interesting, her eyes hollowing. They are covered in oil.
Uzi's visor contorts in disgust. “Have some common decency, V!”
V reluctantly pulls the claws out of her mouth, like she is genuinely offended. “What? Hey! I could be out hunting right now,” she goes back to licking the oil again, though this time she doesn't end up shoving them into her mouth like a feral animal. “Consider this— an appetizer.”
“You'd wish,” Uzi huffs and crosses her arms, at least she tries to, but sharp pain coming from her arms makes her recoil with a hiss. Only now as she's looking at the three distinct gashes in her arm do the dots properly connect, adding to the disgust and frustration that make her insides twist. The sound doesn't escape V.
Uzi pokes at the wound with her finger, wet, oozing oil, quickly coating it, it's still coming out with no sign of stopping any time soon. V is staring her down intently. It's not bad, very far from anything inner circuit damaging, but it sure stings like hell...
Reblogging with a link cuz it was asked for :]
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