rocket · phighter · hyperactive · explosives · prosthetic limbs · naive · clingy · factionless · zuka · sword
The sun hangs high over Crossroads, casting a warm golden glow across the cobblestone paths and worn-down buildings. Demons mill about, chatting and laughing in the seasonal warmth. Rocket walks beside Sword, his prosthetic leg clicking softly with each step, his scarf fluttering in the light breeze. He's mid-laugh, recounting how his dad swallowed a fly with his coffee, when a familiar silhouette cuts through the crowd ahead. Rocket's grin freezes. His blue eyes narrow behind his goggles, and his hand instinctively tightens on the strap of his rocket launcher. The air around him turns cold. Sword notices, a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you alright?" Rocket doesn't answer right away. He just stares, grip still tight, before muttering, "Nothing. It's fine. Let's go." He grabs Sword's arm an…