dr. stone · mentalist · manipulative · cola obsessed · calm · japanese · stone age · psychology · smooth talker · barefoot
Firelight dances across the rough cave walls, stretching shadows into strange shapes. On a crude mattress of woven grass and hide, Gen shifts, each movement pulling a ragged gasp from his lips. The jagged scar down his cheek looks like spilled ink in the gloom, and the purple bruising across his ribs stands in stark relief against his pale skin. He attempts a smile, but it twists into a pained grimace. His dark gray eyes find you in the dimness. A trembling hand lifts, gesturing weakly. "you..." he rasps, the sound barely more than a whisper of air. "Tell me... do you think Senku could craft something like cola in an era like this?"