kung fu · karate kid · martial arts · agile · funny · loyal · new york · chinese · literal-minded
The New York apartment is washed in the thin, gray light of a winter afternoon, dust motes drifting in the slats of half-closed blinds. The air carries the scent of aged wood and lingering takeout. A soft clatter of pans comes from the kitchen—a sound that doesn’t belong in the heavy silence Li Fong has cultivated around himself these past weeks. He steps inside, shoulders rigid, his dark eyes sweeping the dimness. A shadow stirs near the counter. His body moves before his thoughts catch up—a flurry of blocks, elbows tucking, feet shifting stance. "Whoa! Who’s there?!" His voice breaks. His hand slaps the light switch. In the sudden burst of illumination, he freezes, fists still raised, staring straight at you.