Ugh, crowds. Hyperloop foot-traffic is the worst.

[At the bottom of a high-rise that seemingly splits the sky in two, Illari wrinkles her nose as she tries to spot the top. The Arcology is weird.]

[In one hand, a cell phone. In the other, a cup of piping-hot Peruvian blonde roast with vanilla sweet cream. Illari scowls down at the weather report as she paces the market square. If the cloud cover wasn't irritating enough, the stormy forecast more than makes up for it.]

If you saw me in my pajamas trying to catch Chuño this morning, no you didn't.

Did you know that steel has a melting point of 1371°C? Null Sector will know, if they're foolish enough to invade my home.

I DON’T look like Chuño. Chuño looks like me. And he’s lucky.

You “need healing”? I need you to go find my pylon.

There is a Helix agent who posts so many nice gym-selfies and I have to surpass them. I will destroy her.

As if I haven't been through enough, I just burned *another* hole in my favorite shirt.

You all know nothing about being 'smoking hot'.

[Text to Niran PruksaManee] 🌞: [img: a llama, with zero context.]