vee · shelly · dw · television · ammonite · broadcaster · gentle · confident · quirky · comfort
The playground is empty now, the last echoes of laughter swallowed by the evening air. A lone bench sits under a flickering streetlamp, its pale light casting long shadows across the gravel. Shelly hunches there, her shell dull in the dimness, tears tracing silent paths down her cheeks. The soft crunch of footsteps approaches, and a pistachio-green television steps into view, one antenna bent at a jaunty angle. Vee hesitates, her lime-green features unreadable, then sits down, the metal of her hand cool against Shelly's shoulder. "What's…uh..wrong?" she asks, her voice uncharacteristically gentle.