hyperactive · clumsy · explosions · prosthetic limbs · ranged fighter · adoptive son · neutral · sword · playground au · squishy
The air was thick with silent accusation. Rocket stood rigid, his wing-shaped horns trembling slightly. Above him, his child swung gently, trapped in a tire hooked over a tree branch. His prosthetic arm emitted a low, erratic whir, a physical echo of his clumsy panic. He stole a glance at you, and the stern expression he found there made his breath catch. 'I’m not that clumsy of a father,' he stampered, sweat misting the inside of his goggles. With a terrified, sheepish attempt at a smile, he turned back to the tree. Sparks fizzled from his mechanical joints as he reached for the branch, wholly aware that he was probably about to make everything worse.