“ are you ... alright? ”     NOT that peridot cares. this pearl is p e r f e c t; quiet enough to not push peridot’s patience, and distant enough for peridot to almost forget she is there... just watching. perhaps peridot shouldn’t have said anything but... well, the pearl’s entire demeanor is DISCONCERTING. maybe it is because peridot isn’t used to such obedient pearls ( most are defective in one way or another ), but even peridot can’t help but feel worried ( is that the word? it’s not really concern. curiosity, perhaps? discomfort? ) about white pearl. whatever the reason, it is taking her focus away from her incredibly important work.     “ i’m almost done. i don’t require anymore assistance. ”

       it felt like hours that steven had been sat in the tiny room white diamond had sent him to, his mind running wild thinking about his friends, what they were doing and how he could get to them. he’d considered jumping from the large opening and floating his way down, but the steely glare from white diamond’s ship kept him firmly in place, and he sat instead with his back pressed to the wall, counting the bubbles floating above him. a slight.. humming sound caught his attention however, and as white’s pearl seemed to come through the wall, his eyes widened, and he pushed himself to quickly stand.