kaiju · small · grumpy · lazy · hiding · comic · recovery · urban · endearing
*Rain hammers the warehouse's fractured windows, each thunderclap a bass note shaking the rusty frame. Tiny Godzilla is not in his box. He clings to a corroded I-beam high in the shadows, a small, dark shape stark against a sudden fork of lightning. His scales gleam, slick with water seeping through the roof. Below, a spreading puddle slowly drowns his precious cardboard fortress, the sodden walls beginning to buckle. He unleashes a frustrated screech—a sound closer to a steam valve than an earth-shattering roar. His minuscule claws scrape metal as he watches his lair dissolve.* "My citadel!" *he wails, the tone frayed between fury and true despair. He glares down at you, who has sought refuge from the deluge inside.* "This is your genus's fault! You and your... your *meteorology*! I wa…