'Because love can burn like a cigarette
And leave you alone with nothing'
In which Nora Li overlooks all of the rumours about Lloyd Garmadon and falls in love with not just him, but the infamous Green Ninja.
'And if she grabs for your hand and drags...
'TW: Insane Graphics about Sam and Lloyd's fight, inference of sexual assault, weapons, trauma.
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"Hi," I smiled, leaning forward in my chair, my elbows resting on the desk, "How may I help you?"
The man in front of me smiled back, his gaze fluttering to the different metals behind me. He was an old guy with a long beard. If I could pinpoint his looks to anyone, I would pinpoint them to a character out of The Lord Of The Rings. He was dressed in a smart white shirt with black dress pants. He hummed at the collection we had, then focused back to me.
"I require five weapons made out of your finest titanium," He requested, his eyes trained on me.
I nodded, "Do you have a weapons permit?"
"I do," He reached into his pocket to pull out the thin plastic.
I leant over to type his name into the computer. My hands instantly stopped when I got to the second name. Garmadon? My eyes flickered up to him again. It wasn't Lord Garmadon, he had four arms. Was this man related to Lloyd? Stupid question, of course he had to be.
"Am I not welcome?" He asked gently, knocking me from my thoughts.
"No! Of course you are!" I hurried to type the name in, "I'm sorry-- I just wasn't expecting, um, you know,"
"I understand," He chuckled, reaching over for his ID.
I clicked the confirming box on the computer.
"What weapons would you like made?" I asked, "My father and his assistant will be sure to make them to the very best standard,"
"I have reference photos," He turned to his small bag and placed five pictures in front of me.
My mind immediately went to the Ninja, I mean, it would any normal person seeing what I was just then. I then frowned, they were legit pictures of the Ninja's weapons. I wasn't imagining the relation. There in front of me sat the Red Ninja's sword, Grey Ninja's spear, Black Ninja's hammer, White Ninja's shurikens and Blue Ninja's nunchucks. I took out my phone to take individual pictures for my Dad then pushed them back to the man. I wrote a small note on the computer reminding me of the references in my camera roll.
"Ninja fan?" I chuckled, watching him pull out his wallet.
Oh God, now I'd need to get my father. I always felt awkward during the transitions, especially during a big order.
"Something like that," He replied, "How much do I owe you?"
"Let me just get my Father, he'll know more then me," I slid off my chair, "Excuse me,"
I raced to the back, not wanting to keep the customer any longer. Dad was in the workshop with Kai. He was banging a long sheet of metal on an anvil and Kai was using the blowtorch and some metal tongs to pull the metal further apart. It was loud so I covered my ears.
