Insert joke about how being in charge of the Legion is like being a babysitter.

[rokketmann]

Who| Rokk Krinn and anyone
What| Time Ripple shenanigans
Where| Anywhere that isn't locked.
When| If relevant, like if you want to note it's after an event.
Warnings/Notes| I'm awful.

[ When the time ripple hits, Cosmic Boy gets utterly blasted by it. Maybe it's the time travel he's done in the past or the other universes he's been through, where time didn't quite meet up with this one. Whatever it is, the effect remains the same. One moment, Rokk is making his way down the hall towards the monitor room by memory, as his eyes are glued to his omnicom, and the next moment finds him greatly diminished and falling, tripped up on nothing but his own surprise.

Rokk sits up and blinks a few times with the shock of suddenly finding himself on the floor, before bursting into tears. The crying stops short, however, when the omnicom flashes with something brightly colored. He picks it up, batting at the screen with his hand to make it happen again. Triumphant, he gets to his feet with a little wobble, as the device is rather cumbersome for a two-year-old, and charges down the hall to find Mom and show her his new toy. ]

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[goddamngrenades]

[ Jason had mentioned something about eight year olds earlier but this? This takes the case. A man made toddler in midstride- he probably could've caught him before he hit the ground but-

Okay look. Man one second, itty bitty child the next. It's weird to see and hard to wrap his head around and god why does this shit keep happening around him. But. Toddler. Okay. He can handle a toddler, right? Right. What do you call children that are wandering around aside from 'trouble waiting to happen'? ]

Hey sport! [ Oh god he sounds like a geriatric house dad that wears sweater vests. Not cool. ] Uh-. I mean. Kid. Hey kid.

[rokketmann]

[ Rokk stops and looks up at the person, who is very tall and Not Dad. It's the wide-eyed, silent stare of a young child addressed by a stranger who is trying to process why this is happening.

The toddler holds up a hand, and there is the tiniest wave, just three fingers half curling down as if the other two are too shy to commit to anything more vigorous.

But then he decides the attention is enough social interaction and sidesteps around a corner. Mostly around the corner, because he peeks back around it, so he can an eye on this intrusion into his life.