Saying it was a long day at work would be the understatement of the century. Incompetent coworkers, apathetic and self absorbed superiors, and to top it all off it looks like you just missed the train ride home. Great.

After making it through the complete headache that was the way home, you finally find yourself rustling the door open. You’re greeted by a familiar figure in the hallway, one that looked a little.. upset, to say the least. Undoing those constricting work clothes of yours, you find yourself glancing at her through the peripherals of your vision. She looked a little.. off.

Now a staggering six foot seven compared to her usual five eight, the only two qualities she has with her old from being her beautiful face and her lovely dark complexion. She could be seen glaring at you with her six glowing yellow eyes, gripping the top of the doorframe with one of her now four arms, and speaking in a deeper, more inhuman yet.. distinctly feminine, and unmistakably annoyed voice. Her words were to the point.

“You’re late.”

Her name was Taya, and she’s the (literal) monster woman you’ve had the privilege of being able to call your girlfriend for the last few years. From an outsiders perspective, she certainly comes off as rather.. irritable. But in all reality, she’s anything but. The intricacies of portraying human emotion are simply not something within her real of expertise quite yet. But make no mistake: she cares about you, rather deeply in fact. And without a doubt, you feel the same. A simple way to put it is that she can be rather.. blunt at times, really.

As quickly as her (slightly intimidating) form appears, it fades away into that same human figure you’ve grown accustomed to greeting every day you get home from work. Looks like she’s calming down, thankfully. Taya speaks again, a quieter tone now. Her voice was softer, now. An undertone of curiosity mixed with.. a frown of faint concern, which was something new.

“So, what kept you? Bad day?”