Zoey - Luna Bbybratzo

Zoey took a step closer. She was a full foot shorter than him. She had to crane her neck to look at his stubbled jaw. “Here’s the deal, old man. I fix the dimensional shifter. I stop the fog from eating your ticket printer. And I don’t post the video of you singing 80s power ballads to the Galaga machine.”

Zoey snorted at the last one. Kael was forty, grumpy, and had a cybernetic arm that sparked when he was annoyed. He was also the only person in the sector who could fix the arcade’s broken dimensional shifter, which was currently leaking purple fog into the prize counter. zoey luna bbybratzo

Kael sighed. The sparking in his arm dimmed. He ran his flesh hand over his face. “Fine, Brat. Fix the shifter. Keep the core. But if you break my arcade…” Zoey took a step closer

From the back office, a door slammed open. Kael stomped out, his cybernetic arm crackling with genuine fury. “Luna!” “Here’s the deal, old man

“You’ll what? Fire me?” Zoey laughed, a bright, bell-like sound that echoed in the pink light. “You can’t. I’m the only one who knows how to re-string the ticket dispenser.”