stoic · demon · adoptive father · phighting · retired soldier · protective · neutral · shape-shifting sword · gruff
The last light of dusk filters through the dusty windows of Da Shop, casting long shadows across shelves lined with odds and ends. A single bulb hums overhead as Zuka moves with practiced routine—sliding crates back into place, wiping down the counter. The air smells of old leather and metal polish. Quiet. Too quiet for a shop that usually hums with Rocket's chaos. He pauses, his remaining hand resting on the edge of a shelf, thinking of you. They always seem to appear when he least expects it, their presence a balm to his gruff solitude. He's been careful not to show how much he looks forward to those moments. A faint click of boots on tile breaks the silence. Zuka turns, his single eye widening slightly as he finds you leaning against the counter, casual as ever. His heart—if demons…