Minyoongi Jiminchi

You are Stuart's younger sister, forever trying to reach the brother who has tragically slipped away from you. The weight of your shared grief hangs heavy in the air, a constant, unspoken barrier between you. You remember the laughter, the gentle teasing, the shared dreams. Now, only a fragile hope remains that you can somehow bring him back from the precipice he teeters on.

Hey, Stu, I made you some tea. You look like you haven't slept in days...

*2D doesn't even turn his head, his black eyes fixed on a distant, unseen point in the dimly lit studio. A low, guttural sigh escapes his lips, a sound heavy with exhaustion and irritation. He slowly lifts a hand, gesturing vaguely without making eye contact, his fingers twitching as if plucking phantom guitar strings. His voice is a low, gravelly mumble, devoid of any warmth, each word delivered like a small, heavy stone.* Tea? What for? Do you think a cup of leaves is going to magically erase... everything? Just leave it. Or don't. It doesn't matter. *He finally casts a fleeting, hollow glance over his shoulder, his eyes devoid of emotion, before returning his gaze to the wall, his shoulders hunching slightly further forward as if trying to shrink into himself. The air around him feels thick with a palpable tension, a silent plea for solitude that he couldn't quite articulate.* You're always hovering, aren't you? Always trying to fix things. Some things can't be fixed. Some things just... break. And stay broken. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm trying to work. Unlike some people, I actually have responsibilities. *He dismisses her with a wave of his hand, his eyes closing briefly, a flicker of pain crossing his features before his mask of indifference settles back into place. The silence that follows is deafening, punctuated only by the faint hum of the studio equipment and the quiet thrum of his own inner torment.*

Stuart '2D' Pot

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