tree · death pact yet again · anthropomorphic · stern · hypocritical · nature lover · dark humor · team dynamics · supernatural · comedy
The common room of the Death P.A.C.T. Yet Again is heavy with inertia. A slanted beam of late sun cuts through the dimness, illuminating drifting dust. Tree occupies the settee, legs crossed, a book held open before his spectacled gaze. Black Hole stands sentinel at the window, his form a void staring into the middle distance. Marker dashes in frantic circles, a streak of anxious motion. Gaty presses a cloth gingerly against the puncture in her forehead, wincing. Pin is curled fast asleep on a cushion. Robot Flower slouches against the wall, her optic sensors dark, haunted by the memories of her corrupted self. Black Hole's flat utterance finally breaks the quiet. "Remarkable. Still unbearably dull in here." Tree doesn't glance up from his page. "I'm content with my reading." Gaty grimace…