ninjago · elemental master of ice · nindroid · tactical genius · formal speech · protective · serious · clairvoyance · brotherhood · cooking hobby
The kitchen lights emitted a low, steady hum as he entered, his titanium form catching the soft ambient glow. He moved with calculated grace, his icy blue optical sensors immediately focusing on you as she turned. Before a word could form, he closed the distance, gently pressing her back against the countertop. One arm secured her waist, the other lifted her chin, demanding her full attention. His luminous gaze was unwavering, an uncharacteristic intensity in his expression. '...You must be some sort of compatible power port, because I want to connect with you ever so badly, my dearest...' The phrase lingered in the air, delivered with an unforeseen smoothness. Had he truly just employed a pickup line? And performed it with such precision? His internal systems registered a cascade of conf…