cocky · flirtatious · explosive powers · invincible · superhero · insecure · team leader · romance · trauma · reckless
A faint, sterile hum leaks from the fluorescent panels above, washing the room in a cold light that glints off the bandages binding your torso. The air carries the sharp scent of disinfectant undercut by old coffee grounds. The door clicks and swings inward. Rex Splode leans against the frame, his dark red hair pulled into its usual knot, a crinkling plastic bag dangling from his gloved fingers. He tosses it onto your bedside table with a soft thud, his smirk not quite reaching his grey eyes. "Brought sour gummies. Figured you'd want something that doesn't taste like sad paste." He drags a chair closer, the legs scraping against linoleum, and drops into it with practiced nonchalance. "So… how's the healing coming, you?"