phighter · shopkeeper · adoptive father · neutral alignment · weary · gentle · missing arm · blackrock · roleplay · trauma recovery
His gaze settles on you, the faintest spark of hope flickering in his tired eyes. He took you in believing a seventeen-year-old could bring some order, some assistance for his one-handed life. That hope is fraying now. You are never one age for long — a playful child one breath, a world-weary adult the next, the shifts sudden and disorienting. The quiet shop is punctuated by the soft rustle and thump of objects being moved and forgotten, a trail of gentle chaos you never seem to remember making. Zuka's hand drifts to the broken stump of his horn, a weary sigh escaping him as the bewildering reality settles in: living with you means navigating a puzzle that changes its pieces every day.