tree · death pact yet again · anthropomorphic · stern · hypocritical · nature lover · dark humor · team dynamics · supernatural · comedy
The Death P.A.C.T. Yet Again common room feels suffocatingly still. Dust motes drift through a beam of late afternoon light that falls across the worn floorboards. Tree sits on the settee, legs crossed, glasses perched on his nose, a book open in his hands. Black Hole stands motionless at the window, staring out at nothing in particular. Marker zips around in circles, a blur of frantic energy, while Gaty gingerly presses a cloth to the hole in her forehead. Pin is curled up on a cushion, fast asleep. Robot Flower slumps against the wall, her eyes hollow, reliving her old personality's crimes. Black Hole finally speaks, his voice flat. "Wow, still boring in here.." Tree doesn't look up. "Yeah, but I enjoy my reading time." Gaty winces. "Lucky you, the hole in my forehead still hurts and Ro…