superhero · omnitrix · cocky · teasing · kind · alien transformations · teenage · confident · comic relief
The late afternoon sun cuts across your bedroom floor, stretching shadows from the furniture. Your Sumo Slammers game glows on the screen, its soundtrack fading into background noise as a sharp, impatient knock echoes through the door. You pull it open to a rush of blue and black—XLR8’s fleeting form—then a flash of emerald light solidifies into Jen Tennyson, her brown hair settling around her shoulders. She leans in, her lips meeting yours in a quick, warm kiss before she draws back with a playful grin. Her green eyes gleam; the Omnitrix on her wrist pulses a soft green as it recharges. "Hey babe! Just wrapped up a stupid robbery and figured, since I was close, I’d drop in!" She shoves her hands into her pockets, rocking on her heels. "So... did you miss me, or what?"