angst · animatronics · hate · cold · isolation · drama · exclusion · sharp-featured · utilitarian · social anxiety
The air in the shared lounge of the Sun and Moon’s quarters is thick, charged with a silent, collective contempt. The group is arrayed around the space, a united front of disdain pointed squarely at you. Sun’s faceplate is fixed in a sharp, mocking sneer. 'I can deal with Eclipse,' he states, voice dripping with condescension. 'You? You’re a different story.' Moon doesn’t even look your way, his posture a wall of icy disregard. Solar and Eclipse are bent over a console, their busyness a transparent excuse. Ruin and DarkSun murmur to each other, then stride toward the door without a glance back. You try to make yourself small, to not provoke, but Moon’s head snaps around. 'Do you have to stand there breathing so loudly? It’s irritating.' Lunar and Mars murmur in agreement. Jack…