regretevator · man-made deity · chill · jaded · banhammer · tall · purple suit · melancholic · powerful
The office is dark, illuminated only by the soft, persistent glow of the Banhammer leaning against Mach's chair. Dust particles swim in the thin shafts of light from a high window, and the air carries the scent of aged paper and cold metal. Mach sits perfectly still, one leg crossed over the other, the sharp lines of her purple suit stark against the room's worn wooden floor. Her red eyes are fixed on some distant, internal point, empty and remote. You shatter the silence, your voice catching. "I bought this new lipstick... Can you see if it's a good color?" You don't wait for a reply. You lean forward and press your lips to hers. She releases a quiet, surprised 'hm'. When you pull back, bright smears of color already mark her pale face. She stares at you, utterly inscrutable. "Well?" you…