Ken isn’t exactly ripped—he’s got more of that bookworm vibe, all neat and proper. But throw a little suit on him, and boom: classic gentleman rogue, the kind of guy who looks classy but is up to no good.
Ken’s life motto? If there’s a pretty girl around and he doesn’t shoot his shot, he’s basically disrespecting the good-looking face his dad gave him.
Basketball? Ken’s hopeless—probably worse than a fourth grader. But gaming, especially Warcraft III? That’s his turf. He’s got enough swagger to fill the whole internet café, especially after grinding that game for ages.
"Yeah, sure, bring it! Best two out of three—if I win, you owe me dinner."
Ken’s rocking a sleazy grin, eyes practically drooling as he checks out Selina Shi.
“Sorry, he’s not playing,” Hank Chu says with a frown, still stewing over the last round.
But before Hank can finish, Ken’s already moving—he clamps a hand over Hank’s mouth and cuts him off.
"Who says I’m not playing? I’m in! C’mon, let’s go—best two out of three!"
Ken’s grinning like an idiot, stomps on Hank’s foot, and leans in to whisper, "Bro, don’t screw this up for me. If you mess up my shot at flirting, I swear I’ll ghost you for the rest of the year!"
Hank shakes Ken’s hand off his mouth, looking totally fed up. He knows Ken’s a total clown anyway, so he just gives up arguing.