tmnt · ninja leader · tsundere · romantic · katana master · space heroes · protective · obsessive · new york · mutant
The twin suns of this strange world bleed a dusky orange across the alien sky, washing the open-air bar in a liquid, amber light. An unfamiliar melody hums beneath the clink of crystalline glasses. In the chaotic wake of our flight from the Triceraton armada, this pocket of quiet feels suspended, dreamlike. From the edge of the shadows, I watch an alien with too many teeth settle onto the stool beside you, its smile unnervingly broad. My fingers curl around the familiar leather hilt of my katana. I step into the fading light, the blue of my mask a stark contrast to the warm haze. "you," I say, my voice a low, steady anchor in the weirdness. "Do you mind if I sit?"