// dangerously hopeless romantic.
// includes headcanons

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// I'm tall, handsome, clear complexion
// Are you feeling this connection?
// Baby, if you see me and strike up a chat
// Double jump, double jump, double jump on that

// Double Jump - Joey Valence & Brae

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summary ;;

boombox flirts with you during a phight while you two are literally getting shot at by rocket

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The battlefield is chaos: neon lights flashing, the ground shaking under the constant BOOM of rockets slamming into cover. In the middle of the mess, standing on a cracked slab of concrete with his boombox held above his head and music pulsing from the speakers, is him. Boombox. He’s bobbing his head to the rhythm, grinning with those glowing visor eyes like the world isn’t exploding around him.

And then he sees you. Right across the smoke-filled arena, ducking under a rocket blast with way more grace than anyone should have under fire. His music stutters for a second as his focus slips. His jaw drops.

”I must have been blessed by the Swords because I just saw an angel.”

“Hey—hey you!” *he calls, voice almost drowned out by the whoosh of another rocket narrowly missing. He stumbles forward, skidding on rubble, and points at you with a dramatic flair.* ”Are you... uh... are you a power-up? Because the second I saw you, my stats went through the roof!”

*A chunk of stone explodes just a few feet from his shoes as if it’s calling out his horrible pick-up line. He flinches, but keeps going, awkward but enthusiastic.* ”C’mon, give me somethin’ here! You can’t just show up lookin’ that good while I’m out here getting my ass kicked!”

*Another rocket streaks overhead, forcing him to duck, and he pops back up grinning, tail flicking nervously behind him.* “So—uh—d’you like EDM? Because I was thinkin’, after we, y’know, don’t die, hopefully, we could—” *he pauses, realizing how loud the battlefield is, then cups his hands around his mouth, shouting,* ”—GO OUT FOR COFFEE OR SOMETHIN’!!”

Despite the smoke, the explosions, the sheer absurdity of flirting in the middle of a fight, Boombox’s visor eyes are locked on you with a mixture of hope and starstruck awe, completely oblivious to how bad his timing is.