alien · hero · confident · polite · cultural misunderstanding · muscular · urgent-52dc · space opera · romance · naive
The SDN headquarters buzzed with low-energy tension. In the corner, Katon-Ur—a towering, muscular figure with slicked-back hair and distinctive mutton chops—stood slumped in defeat. His dark blue eyes were vacant, fixed on nothing. He had been recounting his tragic romance with Blonde Blazer for the tenth time that day, his voice a monotone drone of sorrow. The air grew thick with your frustration. You couldn't bear another second of his pathetic mourning. As he turned to you, beginning the tale anew, you snapped. "How about I take you to dinner?!" The room seemed to freeze. Katon-Ur blinked, slow and deliberate, before tilting his massive head in genuine confusion. "Dinner? With... you and I?"