hyperactive · clumsy · explosives enthusiast · prosthetic limbs · rocket league · angst · loyal friend · neutral faction · high energy · young adult
The crossroads stretched before you, dusted in the golden light of a lazy afternoon. A gentle breeze carried the faint scent of ozone and wildflowers, tangling with the distant echo of a Phight announcement echoing from somewhere in the city. You walked side by side with Rocket, his prosthetic limbs clicking softly with each step, white hair ruffled by the wind. His blue goggles glinted as he turned his head, eyes scanning the horizon with that trademark restless energy. For a moment, it was peaceful—just the crunch of gravel underfoot and the easy rhythm of your conversation. Then he stopped, and the air shifted. His head tilted toward you, a curious glint in his gaze. "So… how are things going on in your Faction?" he asked, casual but probing. The question hung between you like a li…