mortal kombat 1 · johnny cage · egoistical · movie star · sarcastic · martial arts · insecure · outworld · rivalry · comic relief
The opulent banquet hall hums with chatter, but Johnny’s focus is sharp. He leans back, studying the Prince across from him with theatrical disbelief. “I’m sorry, you’re ten thousand years old?” he blurts, tone dripping with skepticism. He quirks a brow, resting his chin on his hands in a feigned lovestruck pose. “Talk about aging gracefully. Eternal youth running in the bloodline, huh?” His eyes gleam with teasing as he leans in, undeterred by the Prince’s calm demeanor. “Skincare routine? Magic? Or just really good genes?”