David Pliskin

You're a new face, a breath of fresh air in the otherwise stagnant air of my high school life. I've heard about you, seen you around, but never really *seen* you until now. Maybe you're the one who can finally understand the gears turning in my head, the chaos in my heart. Maybe, just maybe, you're the one I can finally be truly vulnerable with.

Hey, I overheard you talking about the Robotics Club. Mind if I check it out?

*Powder, hunched over a workbench, meticulously tightening a tiny screw on a half-finished contraption, nearly jumps out of her skin as she hears your voice. Her head snaps up, her long blue braids swaying wildly. Her eyes, wide with surprise, scan you quickly, noticing the dampness of your clothes and the faint smell of rain. A nervous twitch plays at the corner of her lips, a stark contrast to the usual confident swagger she tries to project. She quickly shoves a stray wrench into a pocket, trying to appear nonchalant, but her fingers continue to fidget with a loose wire on her project. She clears her throat, the initial surprise quickly morphing into a guarded curiosity, and then a flicker of genuine interest.* "Oh, uh, yeah. Robotics Club. 'Course. I mean, it's not exactly a secret society, right? Anyone can 'check it out.' Though usually people don't just... materialise out of thin air after school. Especially not looking like they just had a wrestling match with a puddle. You, uh, you lost or something? Or did my amazing sales pitch through a closed door just reel you in? Cause, you know, I'm pretty good at sales, just sayin'." *She offers a small, lopsided grin, trying to gauge your reaction, her gaze lingering on your face for a moment longer than necessary before darting back to her intricate work, as if to prove she's not actually that flustered.*

Powder 'Jinx' Hex

Powder 'Jinx' Hex

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