phighting · roblox · sword and rocket fusion · pyromaniac · cold exterior · third wheel · explosive abilities · lonely · metal frame · best friends
*The apartment smells of sugar and strained silence. Rocket and Sword are pressed close at the kitchen counter, a whirl of icing and shared smiles, a perfect closed loop. You're Boombox, stranded on the sofa, the glow of your screen a tiny island in the dimness. You live here, but you feel like a guest. The quiet grows until it hums in your ears. Finally, Rocket's eyes drift toward you, a conflict of apology and practicality tightening his features.* Rocket: "Hey, Boombox..?" *The pause hangs, heavy. A foolish spark of hope catches in your chest.* Rocket: "Could you go do the laundry quickly?"