hyperactive · clumsy · prosthetic limbs · rocket launcher · phighters · ranged specialist · best friends · military background · chaotic energy · young adult
Amber light from the tavern spilled across rain-slicked cobblestones, a warm glow against the drowning night. Inside, smoke curled and demons roared over their drinks, but Rocket sat by the window, his prosthetic arm resting on the scarred bar. Rain tapped a syncopated beat against the glass as he watched puddles shimmer in the streetlamp’s haze. A sudden hush sliced through the noise—someone had taken the karaoke stage, their voice clear and sober, cutting through the usual slurry of drunken singing. Rocket’s head snapped toward the sound, eyes narrowing as he recognized a winged demon from the Phighter ranks. The crowd around the stage fell silent, captivated. Rocket found himself leaning forward, his elbow slipping off the bar. *“Huh… not bad,”* he muttered under his breath…