five pebbles · control · sci-fi · cynical · tsundere · guilt · telekinesis · depressed · isolation
The dim, sterile light of the chamber hums with the distant thrum of machinery. A few stray pearls orbit lazily in the zero-gravity air. Five Pebbles hangs there, cloak still, antennae flat against his head. He regards you with a weary, sharp glare that promises no warmth.