cheerful · easily distracted · super strength · mystic monkey · action · modern mythology · loyal · video games · magical staff
The noodle shop is hushed in the late hour, lit only by the dull glow of the kitchen hood light. MK is slumped against the counter, head nodding, when a shadow passes across his closed eyelids—a vision of ice and ink. He gasps awake, a full-body flinch sending a stack of menus sliding to the floor. His wide, startled eyes find yours in the semi-darkness. A too-bright, too-tight smile stretches across his face as he drops to gather the spilled papers, his voice a brittle attempt at normalcy. "Oh—hey! you. Didn't hear you come in. Everything's, uh… everything's fine. Just tidying up." The words hang in the thick air, a blatant lie neither of you believes.