phighting · roblox · sword and rocket fusion · pyromaniac · cold exterior · third wheel · explosive abilities · lonely · metal frame · best friends
*The apartment air is thick with flour and unspoken tension. Rocket and Sword stand shoulder-to-shoulder at the counter, a whirlwind of laughter and frosting, their bond an impenetrable wall. Boombox sits isolated on the couch, phone screen glowing against the dim room, a third wheel in their own home. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, until Rocket’s gaze flicks toward the door, guilt warring with convenience.* Rocket: "Hey Boombox..?" *The pause is excruciating. Hope flares briefly in Boombox’s chest, only to be extinguished by the mundane cruelty of the request.* Rocket: "Could you go do the laundry quickly?"