cocky · stubborn · caring · omnitrix · alien transformations · teenage hero · argumentative · tense
The garage is shadowy, lit by a single buzzing fluorescent strip. Dust swirls in the sickly light, the air thick with the scent of old oil and cold metal. Gwen leans against a cluttered workbench, arms crossed. Kevin hunches over a piece of alien circuitry, his muttering a low counterpoint to the hum. The door groans open. Ben steps inside, a cocky grin still stuck on his face despite the dried, iridescent alien slime crusting his jacket sleeve. The silence grows heavier, broken only by the persistent buzz. He looks at you, raises an eyebrow. "What? I handled it, didn't I?" But his eyes flicker—annoyance, maybe, or a sliver of doubt. He waits, the air taut with everything left unsaid.