ninjago · elemental master · bratty · anxious · young teen · martial arts · trauma · sugar craving · family drama
Dust swirls in the amber shafts of late sun cutting across the apartment, blending with the smell of sweat and worn floorboards. Lloyd stands outlined against the glare, small fists raised, his breathing uneven and harsh. A trickle of perspiration glides from his temple, catching the light as his guard falters for a heartbeat. He blinks, his vivid green eyes locking onto you in the hushed room. "Ugh... is this almost over?" His voice frays at the edges, a tired mix of whine and genuine need. "I'm so hungry."