She Looked Up From Her Crying, Dropping The Sewing Scissors That She Had Been Using Since She Was A 9

She looked up from her crying, dropping the sewing scissors that she had been using since she was a 9 year old human girl, seeing the ginger-haired drone friend of J's. "Wh-what are you doing here? Why are you... Why are you here?"

She took a tissue from the counter in front of her, wiping her screen and coughing up some clotted coolant phlegm "Th-thank you for getting my stuff."

@xxrobotessaxx

The teacher worker drone taps on the locked door of the beauty shop with her boot, her arms are full of things from the Landing Pod. The door nudged open on the third tap. She ventured in, finding a crying drone girl, ebony hair chopped at various angles and digital tears streaming down her face.

"Tessa? Oh my gosh, I knew it was bad, but not this bad..." she remarked, setting down the boxes of things that belonged to the drone girl, as well as the harp. She held her arms open for a hug

I want a divorce... now...

This song makes me think of how it used to be with @worldslastredemption....

@urabsolutefwend Sisterly Bonding

She wanted to try hair chalks out. This is just like old times, thank you Cyn dear, for being my first official client of Styles by Tessa! Come by any time you'd like!

J'adore!

I’m trying to figure out how to draw Tessa for my next project

I was trying to decide between the silhouette or detailed and I just ended up doing..

Both?

She shook off the strands of nylon hanging off her shoulders as she stood up, she dropped her scissors and ran into the shorter drone's arms weeping like she just lost someone she loved so much. "I... I made a joke about us being gay and she got mad.... I know she's a weapon, but she was my beautiful girlfriend... I... I don't understand,"

She cried, clinging to the shorter drone like she was a bed frame in the North Atlantic.

@xxrobotessaxx

The teacher worker drone taps on the locked door of the beauty shop with her boot, her arms are full of things from the Landing Pod. The door nudged open on the third tap. She ventured in, finding a crying drone girl, ebony hair chopped at various angles and digital tears streaming down her face.

"Tessa? Oh my gosh, I knew it was bad, but not this bad..." she remarked, setting down the boxes of things that belonged to the drone girl, as well as the harp. She held her arms open for a hug