@fcrevermcre, 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓
her lab wad dimly lit as she hummed along to the pounding bass that filled the space, the rhythm vibrating through her bones as she danced between countertops, mixing chemicals with an effortless fluidity. the loud thrum of the music was her favorite companion — loud enough to drown out everything else, to block the world from intruding on her concentration. the lab door creaked open, but tinsley didn’t hear it. she was too lost in the rhythm, too immersed in her creation. her fingers flicked the switch, mixing the chemicals with the precision of someone who’d done it a thousand times before. a soft fizz rose from the bubbling flask, and she hummed along with the music, blissfully unaware that someone had just stepped into her sanctuary. it wasn't until she turned around to grab another beaker that she saw him: she immediately tensed, glancing at him before simply grabbing her beaker and returning to her invention. please, please - just turn around and leave, peter.
