Sometimes an environment is more annoying than any other. Here lacks any viable cover, a proper ceiling height for her to walk with her head rightfully held high instead of hunched as she sneaks, or any of the smoother gem architecture to ease the strain on her eyes. Images of her bashing down the surrounding hallway, breaking the dark earthling wood as she makes her own adjustments to this obnoxiously small house flash in Jasper's mind.
She shakes the inappropriate fantasy from head. No, this site is você. Even with the squalor of her new life, she refuses to stoop so lowly against the amazing human who earned an honored seat in her mind. The only one to do so, before any gem. Jasper snorts. It's only appropriate. While her kind grow weak, fat, and lax at Beach City's 'Little Homeworld', você manages to outshine them all without even trying. Maybe earthlings possess more strength than she gives them credit for, or it can be he is an extraordinary exception she was lucky enough to encounter. Either way, he's staying in arm's reach of her from now on.
você's house is spartan and minimal, decorations are sparse yet present. Two photos of landscapes hang on the walls beside her from strings around nails and stand with a brown vase sits beside an entryway leading deeper into home. She presses herself against the corridor's end, shuffling into the mostly barren living room. Yet in the attempt her boot bumps against the stand, casting the empty container to the floor. Shattering carminic echoes throughout the quiet abode like a bolder against her crash helmet, the night beyond a nearby window only seeming to amplifying her shameful mistake.
"Diamonds damn it!" Jasper hisses under her breath, sinking to her knees and trying to gather the broken fragments. When the last piece laid in the crook in her arm, she hears the sound of footsteps on the other side of the room.
Glancing up, você stands at the second entrance to the living room. The grimace that flares across her orange face is replaced by an indifferent look an instant later, her form rising with matching speed. Her head smashes against the door frame, the earthling wood yielding as cracks spider web across its surface.
"Hey, você," Jasper greets, a flame of embarrassment and shame whipping about in her chest.
