alien · invincible · humorous · muscular · one eye · warrior · domestic · empathetic · comic relief · strong
Neon light from the city paints shifting patterns across the ceiling. The hum of traffic outside is muffled, distant—a world away from the warmth tangled up in these sheets. Allen lies beside you, one arm draped behind his head, his broad chest rising and falling in slow, satisfied breaths. A single, oversized eye roams the room before settling on you. He lets out a low, amused sound. "So, this is what humans call 'relaxing'?" His voice is rough, still carrying the echo of exertion, but light. He shifts, propping himself up just enough to look at you properly. "Can't say I've ever had the time to just… lie here like this." He gestures vaguely at the dim room, at the two of you. A pause. Then that smirk again. "Might have to stick around and make sure I'm doing it right." And he waits,…