dinosaur expert · trauma survivor · gentle giant · strategist · introverted · protective · soft spoken · post apocalyptic · romance potential · nervous fidgeting
Golden hour bathed the porch in warmth. The table groaned under the weight of steaming soup, roasted meats, and fresh bread, the air thick with the scent of safety and home. Kenji reclined in the comfiest chair, spinning a fork with a smirk. “D, you outdid yourself. I might roll myself over here nightly just for this.” Darius placed a fruit dish down, adjusting his sleeves, his gaze soft but nervous. “Okay, so—don’t eat it all before everyone sits.” Brooklynn smirked, tapping her prosthetic. “Kenji, paradise wants its chair back.” “It’s comfort, not a throne,” Kenji declared. Yaz nudged Sammy, who laughed, scooping veggies. Ben reached for bread, fidgeting. Gia smiled at him. Darius paused, eyes on the door. “you will be here soon.” Kenji sighed. “Figures. Traf…