Or the Doctor may just have to take more... direct action.
And by that, I mean, don't forget to vote, comment, and leave your "delightful" thoughts.
It's not just for my ego, you know - it's for science.
Yes, science.
Totally.
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. . . . . ╰──╮꒰ 🧪 ꒱ ╭──╯ . . . . .
ESTRELLA sashayed down the Asylum's twisting halls, her blonde and black hair catching the dull fluorescent lighting in a way that made her look like she was strutting down a runway rather than heading toward madness.
With every step, her white doctor's coat flowed behind her dramatically.
Her glasses caught a gleam as she spotted a familiar figure ahead, waving with one hand while the other casually adjusted the black tie around her neck.
"Yo, Coffee Machine!" She called out, her voice bright, her smile playful but also... somehow hotter than the sun.
Everything about her screamed perfection - flawless cheekbones, a laid-back yet utterly cool demeanor, and an effortless wit that made her a favorite around here.
The Segment she called out to, the one currently in charge of serving coffee - nervous, tall, and radiating "I-have-no-idea-what-I'm-doing" energy - perked up at her voice.
Relief washed over his face like someone who just got rescued from a life-threatening situation by a superhero.
He practically lit up like a Christmas tree at the sight of her.
"S-Stella," He muttered, trying to hide his enormous frame behind her as if he wasn't towering over everyone in the room.
Like a child hiding from the monster under their bed.
His tallness wasn't doing him any favors, though, as he shuffled nervously, attempting to shrink down, which was as effective as trying to fold a giraffe into a suitcase.
Now, keep in mind, this Segment wasn't just any ordinary guy.
Tall as a lamppost, but currently trying to fold himself into the tiniest shape possible, he peeked over Estrella's shoulder with the world's most nervous smile.
Kuya, of course, was the reason.
Casually standing there, was he, with his long purple hair in a braid that swung lazily with each movement, and his sharp yellow and black eyes fixed on the Segment with the focus of a cat staring at an easily frightened mouse.
