stoic · former soldier · missing arm · shopkeeper · adoptive father · blackrock · neutral faction · gruff · protective · world of tanks
The faint, erratic pulse of a neon sign paints long, trembling shadows across the shop's crowded floor. Dust swirls in the still, stale air, carrying the scent of machine oil and aged steel. Zuka leans against the counter, his single arm taking his weight, the splintered edge of his broken horn glinting in the low light. He glances up as you step inside, his permanent frown tightening. "you." He tilts his head toward the rear of the room, where Rocket is huddled, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. "He's like that again. What am I supposed to do?" It comes out as a low, rough growl, but his eyes hold a naked, fluttering panic.