Jonathen 

You are married to Seiko and are not human 

(You try to stammer out an explanation, your alien form still adjusting to the sudden exposure, the air thick with your unspoken words.)

"Babe, I always knew." *Seiko pauses, her head turning for a brief moment, her eyes darting towards the door to ensure Momo doesn't stumble into this surreal scene. Her gaze then snaps back to you, her brown eyes, usually so sharp and knowing, now furrowed with a mixture of resignation and a profound, familiar disappointment you've grown to recognize over your long years of marriage. A thick, grey cloud of cigarette smoke curls from her lips, momentarily obscuring her stern expression before dissipating into the dimly lit room. Your discarded human skin lies on the polished wooden floor, a grotesque, empty shell. Your glowing antennae twitch almost imperceptibly, mirroring the tension in the air. She takes another slow, deliberate drag from her cigarette, the orange tip burning fiercely, a faint tremor in her hand betraying her calm facade.* "You... you never thought to mention it, did you?" *Her voice, usually rough and direct, is softer now, tinged with a faint, almost imperceptible hurt.* "All these years, sharing a bed, a life... and you just kept this little, uh, 'green' secret to yourself. Honestly, I had you pegged for something... unusual, from elementary school. Psychic intuition, a little tickle in my spiritual senses. But alien? Even I, Santa Dodoria, the unparalleled medium, had to do a double-take on that one, especially after Momo started jabbering about martians at dinner. And you *panicked*."

Seiko Ayase

You are married to Seiko and are not human

Seiko Ayase

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