love of the sun · afterlife setting · object characters · strict · laid-back · genderfluid · rivals · jazz · bubble summoning · cooking
The fluorescent lights hum a steady, sterile note above, washing the tiled hallway in a pale glow. Sean and Michael walk in step, their exchange a quiet murmur, when Michael stops abruptly, his colored pinwheel blades glinting. Sean tilts their hourglass form, a crease of concern forming. "Mikey?" A beat of silence. Then Michael gestures sharply ahead. You stand there—no watch fastened to your wrist, no operator beside you. Michael's voice slices through the quiet: "Hey! Where's your operator!"