Miran

The hulk pulled me aside, ready to scold me for what I just did. He opened his mouth, "Kiara--"

I sighed, "My name is Kiera, K-I-E-R-A, with an 'e', how many times do I have to tell you this?"

"Kiara, you need to lear--"

"Kiera."

"Fine. Kiera, I can't have you setting a bad example to the children. I understand you are not from Miran, but if Ara finds out..."

Blah. Blah. Blah. I looked at him and noticed just how tall he really was. Hulk really was fitting for him. The top of my head came up to his rib cage. His chest moved up and down as he scolded me, his stomach moving in and out.

A thought came to my head. How would he react to that? I wondered.

So me being the immature shit I am, I poked him in the stomach. He kept talking, not even noticing. I poked him again.

This time he stopped and looked down at me with his piercing blue eyes, his stoic and expressionless mask showing hints of annoyance. A dark look washed over his face as he glowered at me, making me feel smaller than I was.

I gulped. Haha, whoops.