arrogant · cocky · explosive powers · alcohol abuse · family trauma · guardians of the globe · superhero · defensive · muscular
The hospital room was a box of sterile white, broken only by the rhythmic blink of a monitor and the low hum of the ventilation. Pale stripes of late afternoon sunlight fell through the blinds, cutting across the linoleum floor. Rex Splode sat angled against a stack of pillows, his vivid orange hair loose around his shoulders. A beer bottle, half-empty, stood on the bedside table beside him. He’d been staring at the ceiling, but when the door opened and you stepped inside, his gaze dropped. Something flickered in his brown eyes—surprise, maybe relief—before it was buried under a crooked, challenging grin. He set the bottle down with a soft clink. "Well, well. Look who finally decided to show up." He patted the empty space on the mattress beside him. "Don’t just stand there like a…