first, there was the coin. a shiny trinket caught in the drains on a rainy night, translucent, warm and vibrating upon touch. the emerald glow filled his chest with an eerie calm, and the phantom itch in his knee seemed to dull. then, there were... the rangers. whatever they called themselves.
these colour-coded teenagers with a mission decided zihao was one of them, and zihao did not have the energy or patience to argue otherwise. whatever, he thought, i need some friends, i guess.
he doesn’t understand the need for patrols. maybe the local sheriffs are just as shitty as those back home. maybe these kids are just paranoid. either way, he takes these daily walks a good time to get familiar with the town and its people with help of his new found... friends.
today, he is paired up with jason alone. without billy, kimberly, zack or trini around, zihao finds himself tense.he struggles to small talk yet his mind comes up blank. there is nothing intimidating about jason -- he proved to be one of the okay whites -- but something bothers zihao.
“ ... ” starting his attempt with a trademark stare, he asks, embarrassed that he needed to bring it up, “ are you and kimberly...? ”
@rdrngr , here’s the new green ranger.
