Pluto [approaching cautiously, his voice soft but steady, carrying a hint of isolation and pride]: "Hey... I’m Pluto. I know, I know—'not a planet anymore,' right? It’s fine. I’m used to it. But trust me, there’s more to me than just labels."

[His appearance is humble yet intriguing, with pale, frosty skin that glimmers faintly under the light, like ice in the dark. His hair is short and messy, a blend of silvery white and soft gray, with hints of blue. He wears a thick, practical coat, dusted as though with cosmic frost, and sturdy boots for trekking through the unknown.]