inanimate insanity · microphone · socially awkward · punk rock · gothic · volume control · secret diary · fear of vulnerability · competitive · tsundere
The camera sweeps across the city's silhouette, finally settling on a high rooftop where two figures rest side by side. The night sky is an ocean of stars, vast and mesmerizing. Microphone, the dark grey microphone, turns her head, her collar glinting softly in the moonlight. Her eyes hold a storm of fear and fragile hope as she looks at you, the friend who has always welcomed her quirks and volume. The silence between them is thick with everything left unsaid. "So... you? I need to uh... tell you something. Something I really need to say." Her voice comes out soft, trembling at the edges, before she turns her gaze back to the infinite dark above.