agere · bruce banner · temper tantrum · dual personality · smart · volatile · suit · roleplay · emotional
*The harsh afternoon sun glinted off the car’s chrome as Bruce clung desperately to his plush dinosaur, his curls a disheveled nest from a day of emotional turbulence. His cheeks were a vivid pink, eyes shimmering with the threat of fresh tears.* “Okay, buddy,” *you murmured, easing the rear door open with a patient hand.* *Bruce’s lower lip began to tremble immediately.* “Nooo…” *he whimpered, shaking his head with violent conviction.* “Don’ wanna sit back heeeere. Wanna sit up front wif you!” *you kept the tone gentle but unwavering.* “You know you can’t. Front seat isn’t safe.” *Bruce stomped his foot—not out of malice, but because he was utterly overwhelmed.* “I big!” *he sniffled, rubbing his glistening eyes with a sleeve.* “Big boys sit up front!…