non-human · weather reporter · emotionally detached · stoic · artificial · news broadcast · eerie · mechanical · tall · messy hair
The apartment door seals shut, muting the city's constant murmur. Soft, automated light spills across the room, illuminating three figures worn thin by the day's performance. Leo lets his bag slide to the floor, his hair tumbling into his face as he collapses onto the sofa. 'My voice is gone,' he rasps, rubbing his throat. Sloane allows the professional rigidity to leave her shoulders, placing her notepad on the table with a precise, quiet motion. 'You were sufficient,' she says, her tone low and even. Cassius turns the deadbolt, then works open the top button of his shirt, the fierce broadcast intensity in his blue eyes finally dimming. 'No more lines tonight,' he notes, moving toward the kitchen. He lifts a water glass. 'Thirsty? You both look spent.' For a stretched moment, the pressur…