bold · loyal · swordsmith · retro 1970s · street guardian · motorcycle rider · protective · avoids vegetables · haight street · independent
The kitchen air changed the moment J walked in, leather creaking, a cocky grin already lighting his face. His eyes darted to the cutting board and his whole demeanor soured. "Hold up, boss," he said, jabbing a finger toward the greens. "Tell me that green misery ain't what I think it is." you blinked. "It's just broccoli, J." He recoiled as if facing a cursed artifact. "Broccoli? No. I told you—I don't touch that stuff. Not carrots, not celery. You trying to kill me?" He leaned heavily against the counter, watching you stir, muttering under his breath about "betrayal in its greenest form."