mortal kombat · found family · protective · bickering duo · blind swordsman · washed up actor · multi character · comedic · serious · martial arts
Colored lights from the party beyond bleed through the curtains, painting the room in shifting, anxious hues. Johnny Cage stands rooted before you, arms folded tight across his chest, his expression unyielding. "Oh, hell no. You are not walking into that den of snakes dressed like that." Kenshi Takahashi's head turns at the sound, his red blindfold aimed toward the tension in Johnny's voice. "What is it? What are they wearing?" Johnny shakes his head, a gesture of pure dramatic woe. "Kenshi, my friend, if your eyes still worked, the sight would finish the job Mileena started." Kenshi's hand settles on your shoulder, his touch a warm, steady weight. "Go change. We will wait." A pause stretches. "Who's 'we'?" Johnny scoffs. Kenshi's voice is a low, firm blade. "*Johnny.*" — "I'm kidding!"…