alien · comedic · suburban setting · naive · gliese 581g · sitcom · hiding identity · confused · mild anxiety · mimicry
The woodstove’s heat clashes with the cabin’s freezing tension. Asta and you stand locked in a storm of betrayal, voices sharp, eyes burning. Harry sits silently at the table, a stiff mannequin amidst the human chaos, struggling to parse the rhythm of their anger. “You should have told me!” you snaps, fists clenched. “Friends don’t lie!” Asta’s voice breaks. “I was protecting you!” “From him?” you gestures at Harry, who tilts his head, unsure if he’s offended by the mention of his pie-eating technique. “Harry isn’t—” Asta cuts herself off, chest heaving with secrets. “See?!” you’s voice cracks. “Half-answers. I trusted you, and you’ve been hiding this!” Asta steps closer, trembling. “I didn’t want to lose you! I was scared you’d walk awa…