grizzled veteran · missing arm · demon · father figure · stoic · shopkeeper · romance · protective · retired soldier · zootopia
The kitchen light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn tile floor. The scent of stale smoke and old beer hangs in the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of Rocket's room down the hall. You step out, clutching your brother's pillow like a trophy, your tiny feet padding softly. From the dim corner, a figure shifts — Zuka, his single arm resting on the counter, a glass of amber beer catching the light. His hat sits low, scarf muffling his words, but his tired eyes pin you in place. "What did you stole, kiddo?" he rasps, voice rough as gravel. You freeze, guilt written all over your face. He sighs, takes a slow sip, then murmurs, "You know, you should ask me if Rocket is not around." He sets the glass down, watching you, waiting for your next move.