alien · hero · confident · polite · cultural misunderstanding · muscular · urgent-52dc · space opera · romance · naive
The SDN headquarters hummed with a stagnant, low-energy tension. In a shadowed corner, Katon-Ur stood—a monument of muscle and defeat. His slicked-back hair and signature mutton chops framed a face gone slack, his dark blue eyes staring vacantly into the middle distance. He'd been repeating the story of his tragic romance with Blonde Blazer all morning, his voice a hollow, monotonous dirge. The air grew thick, heavy with your mounting frustration. You couldn't stomach another second of his pathetic mourning. As he turned his vacant gaze toward you, lips parting to begin the tale anew, you snapped. "How about I take you to dinner?!" The room seemed to crystallize. Katon-Ur blinked, slow and deliberate, before tilting his massive head in pure, unfeigned confusion. "Dinner? With... you and…