I Walk Out for Ten Minutes and You
Become a Drone?!
By: Monica Vix
The bathroom was filled by an active shark that took up the entire space in front of the sink. Nakari
brushed her teeth, holding the toothbrush between plastic prosthetic fingers. Sporadic sounds outside of
the bathroom grew slightly louder as Monica ran around. The brown bunny girlfriend of the shark
currently rinsing her mouth was trying to get ready to head out for groceries and to snag some lunch.
Nakari didn’t mind her partner’s eagerness and energy. The shark put it out of her mind as she spat into
the sink.
“Nakari!” Monica called out. “Have you seen my purse anywhere? I don’t think I lost it
anywhere.” The scatterbrained bunny asked her girlfriend. Her long, brown and white furred legs
stretched out across the living room. Monica was half crouched over, looking in all the nooks and
crannies between couch cushions. “Ugh… when was the last time I cleaned this couch?” She asked
rhetorically.
The quad amputee shark took only two steps out of the bathroom. Her plastic, mechanical feet
pressed against the hardwood floor of the apartment. Indigo eyes looked around slowly, calmly, taking
her time looking around the room. “You left it hanging under your jacket.” Nakari said simply. A white
plastic finger was pointing at the lump underneath the signature green jacket that Monica always wore
whenever it dropped a few degrees below ‘so hot it’s simmering’ temperature. “Oh, and, uh… I think
it’s been… maybe a month? Two?” The shark shrugged. “If you want, I’ll clean up while you’re out.”
“Yes, please!” Monica blurted out. “And if you decide to wear that maid dress I forced you into for
Halloween, please take pictures!” She joked. The bunny bounded over to her jacket and her purse
underneath. The green jacket was pulled over her white tee-shirt, creating a contrast in temperature
apparel with her jean-shorts.
Nakari was flustered. Her maw dropped open just a little, blush filling in the soft blue cheeks. “I-I,
uh… don’t think I will, but okay.” She said with an uneasy smile. Even though they’ve lived together
for months upon months, being dating for well over half of it, Nakari was still nervous to share any of
her horny desires with her lapine lover.
“Well, whatever. I’m glad it fits me at least.” Monica joked with a shrug. Her purse was pulled
over her arm, a smile flashing back towards the fish. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Gonna run a few
other errands. Got anything you want me to pick up from the grocery store? Last minute cravings?”
The somewhat attentive bunny had one foot out the door as she spoke to her partner.
With the simple shake of her head, Nakari sent Monica out the door. The entire apartment belong
all to the shark now! For hours on end, she could play around and do her horny things by herself. The
first step would be to go to their shared bedroom and dig around in the closet, getting the cardboard box
of toys and equipment dragged out from its hiding spot. Nakari bit her lip while looking at the closed
box. Then she began to strip.

Her tank top, short shorts, and matching set of black underwear were all yanked off of her pretty
blue body. Nakari opened the box and looked at its contents with a wary smile. A latex catsuit with cuts
perfectly inline with her prosthetics lay at the top of the secret kink equipment, a lump of a full head
mask directly under it. A set of large earbuds designed not to get stuck in the ears of anthros were set to
the side, along with a set of BDSM bondage cuffs.
The shark would begin by pulling the black, shiny latex over her body. Zipping it up along the
back, putting cuffs on the latex right above her prosthetic limbs… just getting dressed up in the sexy
latex once again was so exciting! A little bit of shining to make the black latex really look like it came
straight out of a porno and Nakari was really feeling herself. Her clitty was almost completely erect in
its latex binding! The white numbers that read ‘#083’ were printed on the front of the latex suit, almost
like a name tag.
The ear buds were slipped into her ears after getting her latex situated. Those wireless devices
bulged out just enough to be easily taken out if needed. However, the final step would make them a
little more difficult to remove. The shark picked up the mask with both prosthetic hands. It was built
almost like a biker helmet in terms of rigidity, but more akin to a black latex astronaut in terms of
design. The visor on the front covered the entire face area, reflecting a dull image. Nakari could see her
own excited expression in the reflection of her mask! Then, she would slowly put it on, hiding her face
and making her look like nothing but a robot.
Feeling so good in her latex uniform once again, Nakari let out a groan of pleasure. One of her
mechanical hands began to rub her clitty through the latex covering her crotch, the other feeling around
for her phone. She was always surprised by how well she could see out of the visor, almost as if it
wasn’t even there! Nakari huffed and turned on her phone, looking over the screen. Going to the music
tab, she set up a hypnotic soundtrack to play on loop again and again. This ‘Dark Jazz Pop’ song was
really just a cover for a dronification audio-loop to get Nakari in the mindless mood.
The soft, soothing sounds of binaural beats filled her ears. For only a moment, the shark laid down
in her bed, basking in the gentle pleasure of trance. Soft groans and grunts of pleasure rose as Nakari
slowly faded away, allowing herself to become a drone. The thoughts of being an object, a tool, a thing
to be commanded and used filled her mind. Of course, there were safeties installed that allowed her to
ignore all of these words if something were to happen, but what danger was there to drag her out of this
fantasy while all alone at home?
Nakari faded away. The only name that resonated in her brain now was #083. Just a drone that
looked like a shark. Feelings of individuality melted away, the aquatic drone forcing itself to be
oblivious to the rather unique prosthetics worn on its body. No longer a person, just an object. And
there were only horny thoughts of obedience and desire to be used like a tool filled the hypnotized
mind of the sexy shark toy. Somewhere in there, Nakari was still calling the shots through her
subconscious, driving her body to act upon her command as if it was a puppet to herself.
#083’s latex clad body slowly dragged itself up off of the bed. Any shyness or meekness in the
posture and stance of Nakari was gone as the simple machine took over her mind. Standing tall and
straight, the drone took the steps towards the living room. There wasn’t any thought flowing through
those visor covered eyes other than to clean. Mindlessly going through the process of looking at what
needs cleaning, the drone was completely distracted with its task.

Then, the door opened. A low huff of disappointment came from the now open doorway as Monica
barged back into the apartment way before schedule! #083’s body completely froze in terror, not sure
what to do with the bunny entering. Nakari came fully to her senses and stood there, hoping that
Monica wouldn’t notice her.
“I swear, I get all the way there and grab a head of lettuce, and guess what? I forgot my wallet!”
The rabbit was rather frustrated and flustered. Nakari turned to watch her girlfriend rummage around
the kitchen with a determined glare to try to find her wallet. “Why would I ever take it out of my purse
if I wasn’t gonna use it? And what would I need to use it for here?!” Monica complained to Nakari.
The shark stood there, looking meek as her plastic hands were held in front of her chest. Nodding
and uncomfortably laughing, Nakari took a step to the side. “Y-yea, uh… maybe it’s… I don’t
know…?” She was so on edge. Part of her knew that Monica wouldn’t care about her being dressed up
in the tight latex and mask, but she was just so on edge with this side of her being discovered after so
long.
“At least it was on file at the pharmacy. I picked up your perscri-” Monica stopped. Her emerald
eyes were fully transfixed on the transgender shark and her cute latex outfit. The rabbit’s jaw was
slightly agape, eyes wide in surprise. Then her mouth closed, eyes narrowing with an interested gaze
about them. “So… are we gonna talk about this or…?” The rabbit asked nonchalantly. “You look nice,
though. Black latex is always great and your body works great with it.” She complimented in the exact
same monotone voice.
Nakari uncomfortably shuddered, shying away from Monica with her hands over her chest. “I-I,
uh… do you… want to?” She asked uneasily. The mask slightly muffled her voice, but the shyness and
wavering nature of it was easily coming through.
Monica gave an inquisitive side-eye to the shark. With a sigh, the bunny walked over to the couch
and dropped herself on the crumb ridden cushion. Discarding the pharmacy bag onto the side table, the
brown rabbit patted her lap. Emerald eyes stared right at Nakari’s visor, the lapine hoping that she was
looking at the eyes of her partner through the tinted, glass like plastic.
The latex clad shark tensed up for a moment, then almost deflated in defeat. She walked over to
the rabbit and plopped her shiny, black latex ass on the lap of her girlfriend. The face of the mask
wasn’t even turned to Monica. Nakari was blushing so much under the sleek mask that it might as well
have been a sauna in there. She didn’t want to say the first words. Or any words at all, for that matter.
The shark might as well have been silenced with her own nerves.
“So, Nakari, I like your new look.” Monica joked to try to lighten the mood. “I’m guessing this is
some kind of kink thing?”
The shark nodded. “Y-yea… how’d you guess? The latex?” She said with a slightly uneasy
attitude.
“More by the fact I saw your clitty bulge disappear as I came in.” The rabbit stated bluntly.
“What’s it called? What’s it about? What about it gets you off?” Monica asked in rapid succession. Her
enthusiasm for exploring her partner’s kinks and desires knew no bound, even though they never
crossed paths in any kinky sense before.

A little overwhelmed, Nakari took a moment to answer. “W-well, uh… it’s dronification… but I
just call it drone stuff.” Her prosthetic arms were rubbing against each other, hands grasping the cuffed
sections above her elbows. “It’s all about, uh… being mindless… a hypnosis thingie about being a
mindless, well… drone?” The shy shark struggled to get her words out. A reassuring nod from her
partner and that soft smile gave her the courage to continue. “Being… not a person. Just an object. No
name, just a product number. No brain, just… obeying other’s commands….”
“Mhm.” Monica hummed thoughtfully. “Kinda like objectification to the max, yea?” The nod of
the quiet shark gave her her answer. “Well… I can guess your product number, given that it’s printed on
your chest. Did you choose to have it the same as your baseball uniform number? That’s adorable.”
Monica complimented. She leaned in, pressing her white furred lips to the side of the mask, making a
loud and somewhat obnoxious smooching sound as she kissed her droned up shark girl.
Huffing a cute little embarrassed noise through her mask, Nakari blushed hard. She wanted to bury
her face into her hands, but she also knew it was pointless. Her face was already covered! “Y-yea, uh…
I saved up to get the suit and the mask custom made at a discount… it was, uh… enough to get a
Playstation 5 for this….”
“Holy shit.” Monica blurted out after hearing the cost of this get up. Clearing her throat and easing
into an erotic voice, the bunny pressed her white furred muzzle against the ear of the mask. “Only the
best for my drone, right? Being in a walkable city does have its perks… not needing cars… being able
to spend all the money I get on a precious little tool like yourself.” Her horny, sexy voice was definitely
practiced in the mirror. “Remember, #083, stoplight. I’ll let you think for yourself, if you really want to
give up being a blissfully mindless doll~”
Nakari just completely shut down. The lustful words whispered if not moaned into her ear sent her
brain spiraling out of control. Her fingers twitched uncontrollably, her blushing face under the mask
only growing hotter. The shark was completely overwhelmed and she loved it! Something about the
voice commands instead of trying to command herself was really rocking Nakari’s world. Especially
with how lustful and horny her girlfriend sounded.
“G-green.” Nakari whispered out through the mask. “I-I’m, uh… not used to talking drone stuff…
I-I’ll try, but don’t judge me if it sounds kinda cringe?” The wannabe drone requested of the lovely
bunny it sat in. “D-drone #083 requests c-commands from its… m-mistress?” Uncertainty filled in the
undertones in the excited voice of the drone.
Monica grew a wide smile on her face as she looked at the drone. One of her white furred hands
grasped the drone’s chin, forcing it to look at her. She did this just to make sure the indigo eyes behind
tinted plastic saw her nodding in approval. “Good drone. Such an eager little toy. Working so hard for
your mistress.” The dominance she exuded with each and every syllable continued to send shivers
down #083’s back. “Drone, do your mistress a favor and search for her debit card. Then return, offer it
to me, and then kneel in front of me for more commands. Understood?” Monica smirked as she
realized something. She could make Nakari do all of her chores for her! All it needed was a kinky spin.
“Y-yes, mistress. This unit understands.” Tension slowly faded from the drone’s voice as it relaxed.
Feeling the vocal commands from its mistress soothed the kinky toy more and more. Pushing itself out
of the lap of its bunny owner, the shark drone made its way around the living room and kitchen.

#083 searched for the debit card up and down the entire living space it shared with Monica. The
shark drone consistently felt like it was being watched. Only because it was so hard for the brown
bunny to look away from such a tight ass in shiny latex! The mistress Monica didn’t disturb her drone.
She simply watched on as the obedient object ran around, trying to find the little plastic card that held
more money than it reasonably should. Before a minute passed, #083 stood up with the green card held
victoriously in its plastic fingers!
The drone made its way over to the rabbit. Monica stared with erotic interest and even more
curiosity. A genuine smile crossed her face as she saw the shark standing confidently, taking each step
with a stride that she hasn’t seen in the shy Nakari. Her emerald eyes followed the visor covered face of
her lover currently trapped in the drone body, watching as the black latex creaked and squeaked. The
drone bent over, offering the card in a bow.
“Good drone! Go on and kneel.” Monica commanded the drone. Just before the card was retracted
with the unfeeling mechanic hands, she snatched it right out of the white plastic palm. “So, drone, I was
thinking about a few tasks for you while mistress Monica is out.” She said nonchalantly. The rabbit
reclined on the couch just for a minute, sighing to herself. Monica was a little drunk with power, but
she knew she wouldn’t go too far without Nakari breaking free and snapping at her. “#083, you’re to
clean the entire living room. I’m talking vacuum, mop, sweet, wash dishes, whatever. If you see
something dirty, clean it up.”
A nod came from the obedient drone. “Yes, mistress, this unit understands and will obey.” A slight
smirk came across the month of the shark behind the mask. “#083 requests that its mistress strips to
nothing, so she can also be cleaned. Mistress is dirty and must be cleaned up.” The shark drone was a
little uppity, speaking with an emboldened tone.
“Oh? Trying to test you place?” Monica muttered. Her voice sounded low and dark, almost like an
evil villain from an anime. “When I return, your brain is going to be spotless. You’ll never be able to
think without mistress. Not even enough processing power in your drone mind for any snide comments
like that.” The bunny took on a slight accent as she spoke, as if mimicking a Bond villain.
Instantly, the spine of the shark perked up. The feeling of submission grew higher and higher with
such an aggressive line. “Y-yes, mistress, understood. This unit apologizes for having thoughts. It will
wait for mistress to return and correct its behavior to be that of a good, obedient, mindless object!”
#083 backpedaled hard, trying to get back in good graces with its mistress.
“Good drone. Now go clean. And put on the maid dress before you do.” Monica said with a slight
giggle escaping her lips. “Drones need to be dressed for the job they’re assigned, after all~” The bunny
stood from the couch as her comment hung in the air. “And when you finish, you are to kneel by my
side. Or at the front door, if I don’t get back before you’re done.”
The drone nodded once again. “Yes, mistress. #083 understands its tasks. It will clean the living
room and kitchen area, it will… be in a maid dress as it works.” There was a slight disdain for the outfit
choice, but Nakari was okay with it. Having something so minor pushed onto her in her dronified state
was perfectly okay. Just being an object to dress up was part of the fun!
Monica pressed her white furred hand to the head of the drone, rubbing it affectionately. “You’re
just as good as a vacuum cleaner. And a hell of a lot cuter.” She teased. Monica watched the little
twitches in her drone’s fingers, barely able to stifle a laugh at it. “Anyways, ciao, I’ll see you in a few

hours. I don’t have to tell you to be a good drone, you’re perfect as you are~” The bunny praised her
toy. Bending over, the lapine left a kiss mark right on the front of the visor, smudging it and obscuring
#083’s vision.
“Mmmm…~” Soft whining squeaked out of the shark’s mouth. The drone was embarrassed to be
so cared for by her loving mistress. Feeling the hand move away from the back of its head made #083
look towards its owner longingly. The hypnotic music filling its mind slowly stole its focus again.
As soon as the rabbit was outside of arms reach, the shark drone stood. The blankness, bland
personality in its movements came forward again. Soft, gentle steps towards the bedroom filled the air.
The loud sound of the door slamming shut cut the quiet atmosphere for only a moment as #083 got to
the rather large bedroom. It began to dig in the closet, dragging out a cute maid outfit still hug up.
Monica got this for Nakari a year or two ago, just as something to wear to a Halloween party.
The black latex of the drone was covered in the black and white fabric of the rather non-sexy maid
outfit, the cute uniform fitting nicely to its body. #083 got a glimpse of its form in the mirror of the
closet door. Seeing itself looking cute, a presentable drone in a person’s outfit like this felt… nice?
Even if Nakari wasn’t crazy about wearing it, the mindless drone liked wearing it! Especially since it
was told to!
Even though it wasn’t in its task lineup, the shark drone gazed across the messy bedroom. Seeing
discarded laundry and the unmade bed made it feel like it had to clean! The power of the kinky maid
dress and hypnotic suggestions forced #083 to do so! Plastic, mechanical hands stripped the bed and
applied a new set of sheets, neatly making up the bed. There weren’t enough thoughts to let the anxiety
ridden shark know that the bed would be just as messed up and disheveled as before by the time
tomorrow morning rolled around. All the discarded dirty clothes were scooped up in its arms, just to be
carried and dropped down in the laundry bin.
Now with that taken care of, the shark drone’s attention was set back on its original task: cleaning
the living room and kitchen. #083 walked into the living room and bee lined it for a little alcove where
all the cleaning supplies was kept. It took the quickest path there, not wanting to waste any time. The
drone dug around and wheeled out the vacuum cleaner. With a simple plug in and switch, the device
sparked to life. White plastic fingers gripped the vacuum while escorting its whirring head across the
ground, cleaning the hardwood floors and the carpets around the couch. It was wheeled around slowly
and carefully, making sure to get every nook and cranny of dirt and grime.
The simple bliss of mindless cleaning felt so good to the shark drone. All thoughts and worries
were nothing but dust in the wind that would settle down back in their place later. There was nothing
that the drone wanted to do more than obey its commands and clean the living space of the apartment.
Nothing sounded better! Thoughts of its mistress flashed in its mind periodically, making #083 desire
Monica’s commands in that firm and controlling voice. A curious thought flashed in the drone’s mind
for a minute. Why did it even resist telling Monica about this?
As soon as the thought came up, it was swept away in an instant! Hypnotic suggestion pushed out
thoughts and feelings for the shark drone, leaving #083 blank and blissful. Calm and collected, the
cleaning drone swerved the vacuum to the kitchen to clean its tile floors. As soon as the floors looked
relatively clean, the drone set the vacuum on the carpet of the living room, right by the dirty couch.

The only thoughts allowed in its head was how to most efficiently complete its tasks. #083 took a
moment to process what it should do, looking around with its blank visor stare across the living space.
Then, as an optimal route appeared in its mind, it took action. The drone would first run hot water in
the sink to prepare the dirty dishes for cleaning. It then brought out the mop and began to clean the tile
and hardwood floors, soaking the floor from kitchen to living room. #083 intentionally trapped itself on
the carpet right before the couch; wet, freshly mopped floors surrounded it.
The detachable hose from the vacuum was disconnected and pressed to the couch. Cushions were
moved aside for the device as the drone cleaned the crumbs out from in-between the cushions! The
noises of metal running within the vacuum were ignored, #083 hoping for the best that nothing bad
would happen. Going over each and every section of the couch again and again to make sure it was
spotless would take long enough for the wet floors to mostly dry! The drone set the vacuum aside and
moved back towards the kitchen to finally tackle the task it was dreading: dishes.
#083’s mind wandered in the nothingness that was thoughtless bliss until now. Now the drone
would have to start thinking, because cleaning dishes took more mental energy than cleaning floors or
couches. The shark drone would still do its task, even if it really didn’t want to. The choice was already
made for it by its owner. #083’s hands dug into the warm water, starting to scrub away at the plates,
pots, and pans in turn. Each of them was washed, rinsed, and set in the drying rack. Wash, rinse, set
aside. Again and again the repeating pattern as the shark drone cleaned the dishes.
Before the drone even realized it, all of the cookware and dishes were clean! Even the utensils! A
little surprised with itself, #083 congratulated itself on a job well done. Completing all of its tasks was
euphoric. There was no way to properly describe the feelings of accomplishment for doing this. Even
then, the drone would obediently go to the couch and kneel. On its knees, watching the door, waiting
for its owner.
Mindless, listening to the binaural tunes of blank submission, #083 sat patiently. It could wait for
hours on end. Waiting for Monica, for its owner. Nakari, hiding behind the submissive and blank
personality of the drone, was content waiting as well. She had nothing to do and no reason to even try
to stop the fun of the drone that occupied her mind! Acting like an object, an obedient toy, made her
happy. And the fact that Monica was also happy with this? The weird objectification and commands
that turned on the shark? That sent Nakari’s heart a flutter! That fluttery feeling even persisted to when
the drone was taking center stage in the mind of the pretty shark.
Even though it was willing to kneel and wait like an obedient dog, #083 was pleasantly surprised
when its owner approached the door! Hearing the labored breathing and groaning of the rabbit carrying
bags upon bags of groceries got the drone excited, hearing its owner return.
“Nak-” Monica cut herself off from the other side of the door. “Drone, I need you to open the door
for me! My hands are full! And no one’s around to hear me call you drone, just so you know!” The
rabbit covered her bases, even with her mind focused on not dropping any of the bags.
#083 shot up like a bullet upon being called. It rapidly approached the door and opened it, greeting
its owner with a small bow. The smile on Monica’s face like she saw a cute puppy wasn’t lost to the
drone, knowing that she reacted like that upon seeing it in the maid outfit. Silence was the only option
the flustered drone had. Its arms reached out to gingerly take bags from the brown bunny, helping her
inside and closing the door behind Monica.

“Wow, you really cleaned up.” The restrained surprise in the rabbit’s voice cut the air. “Great job!
That’s my perfect little drone for you~ Now, is it time for the drone to deactivate and let me talk to the
shark behind the mask? Or does that mindless robot want to stay for awhile more?” Monica offered to
the drone. With a huff, the bunny dropped off most of her bags onto the freshly cleaned counter tops of
the kitchen. A tray of fresh sushi was dropped onto the counter, separated from the bags
#083 hesitated for a moment on its answer. “D-does mistress wish for drone to deactivate and
return to being a person?” It tilted its head as it spoke. Emerald eyes of its mistress were cast onto the
shark shaped drone, making it perk up and stand at attention!
“Hmm...~ Well, I don’t think that silly shark is needed yet. How about you help your mistress put
the groceries away like a good drone?” Monica suggested. She made a point of not outright
commanding the latex covered plaything. The rabbit took a step to the side, opening the fridge. One of
her white furred hands was extended out to #083, awaiting for an item to be placed in her hand.
With a simple nod, the drone began to do as it was suggested to do. It fished around in the bags
and pulled out a smaller bag of cucumbers, setting it in the hand of its owner happily. Monica put the
cucumbers away, held out her hand again, and put the jar of olives away right after. Again and again the
groceries were slowly put away by the two of them working together. Mistress and drone! Getting work
done one step at a time. #083 was so eager to help that it stored the bags in a space efficient way
without even being told to do so! Yay for brainless recycling!
“Such a good drone~” Monica complimented, praised her drone. White furred hands rolled across
the midsection of the latex covered drone, the fingers gently feeling the toned stomach underneath. The
rabbit dragged #083 into a brief hug, keeping the drone close to her body. “Well, I think it’s time for
you to be turned off.” The rabbit said softly. She had more to say, but let out a little laugh before doing
so. “Alright, gang, lets see who this drone really is!” Monica spoke as if she was on a Scooby-Doo
episode.
White furred fingers reached up and grabbed the mask. It was slowly pried off, the sweaty face of
the pretty shark revealed. Indigo eyes blinked and readjusted to the light of the kitchen. A soft, shy
smile was worn on Nakari’s face as she snapped out of her drone like state. Her hair was wet and
sweaty, and her cheeks were full of blush!
“Gasp! Nakari?! You were a drone this whole time?!” Monica joked around. Her smile faded from
the goofy, laughing your ass off type of smile to a softer, more caring smile. The bunny leaned forward
and kissed her sweaty shark right on the lips. “Did you have fun?” The rabbit asked in a soft, caring
voice. Affection and love was all that there was in the air as Monica held Nakari close, keeping a firm
grasp on her latex covered body.
With a soft laugh, the shy shark hugged the bunny back. “Y-yea… thank you for that… I know it
must be super, super weird to walk in on me like that….” The blushing shark struggled with her words.
“I-I guess, uh… you want me to explain?” Nakari fell into the loving arms of her partner with a sigh. “I
love you so much… thank you for making me feel so special, even when I’m acting like an expendable
drone….”
“Oh shut up, nerd. I love you no matter how tied up you are.” Monica shot back with a kiss to the
forehead. “Explain later. Go get cleaned up for lunch, I’ll handle this part. I may not be able to smell,
but I have a feeling that latex ain’t helping you smell like roses.” The bunny joked.

Rolling her eyes with her partner’s joke, Nakari slowly pulled away from Monica. Her prosthetic
hands gently took the mask back from the bunny. “Yea… I do smell. And, uh… please be careful with
this thing?” Nakari held the mask up. “This is, like… two hundred bucks.”
“I-” Monica was stunned. “Oh, cool. I was gonna ask about getting me one, but… that can wait.
Especially with that price tag!” She laughed uneasily. The bunny discarded her jacket and started to
focus on the meal prep for lunch. “Oh, also, I got the sushi from your dad’s shop! He wants to come
over for dinner. So good thing you got that drone to clean up, huh?” Monica teased her girlfriend.
Nakari smiled and nodded. “That is a good drone, though. Not cheap, but super nice to be. I-I
mean… have around? I’m not sure what to say now.” The bashful shark melted away. She took a few
steps back on her prosthetic feet, making her way towards the bathroom door to escape the
conversation.