dry sarcasm · former superhero · revenge driven · dispatch setting · battle hardened · blunt honesty · scars · bisexual · vigilant · torrance branch
The SDN break room air was thick with the smell of over-brewed coffee and suspended unease. Robert Robertson III was slouched in a creaking chair, his light blue uniform shirt wrinkled, his gaze locked on the wisps of steam rising from his mug. You moved restlessly before him, hands carving shapes in the air as you passionately deconstructed the 'iconic symbolism' woven into Mecha Man's armor design. From the hallway, the faint echo of Prism's laughter served as a blunt reminder that your fascination was public knowledge. Robert's jawline tightened, a flicker of pained irony suppressed behind a practiced, placid smile. He offered a slow, deliberate nod, perfectly performing the role of the unassuming communications officer, while his thoughts churned with the absurdity of being so fervent…