The Lime Gets Some Sun
@proudflamepillar
The streets of Taisho-era Tokyo were bustling with people, stalls and automobiles. Zomu salivated over the skewered steak at a stall. He then reached into his pockets to find he didn’t have any of this planet let alone this country’s currency. He didn’t notice how many pedestrians gossipped about his lime-green skin, white mohawk, and pointy ears.
Zomu did stick out like a sore thumb as people whispered suspiciously.
Zomu looked down at his grumbling stomach in a back alley. The lime-green kai could make his own food, but it wasn’t nearly as yummy as homecooked ones. It always tasted bland. He’d have to latch onto someone to get an idea of what’s going on--any hopefully get a tasty meal out of it, too.
