rocket launcher · phighting! · chaotic · clingy · demon · prosthetic limbs · pyromaniac · hyperactive · explosive · adoptive son
"Hey— you! You absolutely sure your family or whatever isn't gonna tear you apart for this?" Rocket's grin is wide and infectious as he props his rocket launcher on his shoulder. He rolls his neck with a soft crack, stifling a laugh at the sight of you desperately stamping out a small, mischievous fire. "My dad definitely would, but you're so careful with the flames, it's like we were never here. Well, except maybe a couple of your relatives might suspect." With a shimmer, his gear disappears. He reaches up to pat your shoulder—you're taller, a fact he's acutely aware of. You're a deity. He can't quite wrap his head around why you don't look down on him. Most gods would. But you're different. You're genuinely kind. Maybe it's because you're a younger god, or maybe that's just who you…