any sort of sting his receptors manage to pick up is quickly and brutally overshadowed by the shame wrought by mirages electric laughter . quite often is he thankless in regards to his creators, however, pebbles is willing to take a brief reprieve from his general dismay — solely to appreciate his lack of skin, and instead present metal plating — otherwise, he is certain his face would be cherry red with ignominy . the gauche static yelp as the bullet pierced through the joint at his shoulder, the frantic clambering over the nearest desk, and the worst of it: the sound of total panic that left him as the turret locked onto him, AGAIN, just as he pulled the breaker . and now, the miserably awkward attempt to repair what he can before they progress . his success with the breaker can hardly be called such, but at least it was only one gunshot .
antennae tilt downwards in frustration . the bandages hold little medical value to pebbles, but they hold his limbs together well enough until he can better repair them . that blasted vertebrata better have some worthwile stock .
“ i didn't mean to !“ through his exasperated, static huff, pebbles humiliation is palpable— fueling annoyance levels that taper off just at 87% . health is still lower, 48%, and functionality in his right arm has been reduced by a quarter of it's average to save power . his vision quality reduces itself by a fraction, mirage getting made into a slightly blurrier stack of pixels . small victories . “ fine— whatever . don't expect my sympathy next time you don't reach a locker in time .“
an imitated roll of his eyes as he cuts the bandage from the roll and pins it still . his statement is a bit of a falsity . sympathy is a stretch by any means— pebbles has never been much of an empath, and he doesn't particularly care to be one . but he doesn't want her dead . in any other situation, he'd do whatever he could to acquire some solitude, isolation. but here ? he hates it . and she has, unfortunately, managed to save his life more than once . unfortunately .
he finally looks up to her as the laughter stops, and an electric sigh leaves his frame . head tilting slightly at her words, he reserves his anger— decidedly, it wastes too much energy— and allows his shoulders to slump . he'll let it go . as much as pebbles' is one to hold a grudge, he's faced too many .. unfortunate ends at the hands of his own stubbornness .
“ you're .. welcome— we will likely be free of turrets for some time . however, it's well within our best interests to get moving before that .. subpar program gets them working again .“
