💥 ﹕ ﹙ ROCKET ! ﹚ 愛

“ It's not even THAT bad ! ” | User and Rocket goes thrift shopping 🪷﹒⤹﹒pfp by: @Soda_Stuff on twt ^^ !，°｡ 🪷﹒⤹﹒Status: Dating !，°｡ 🪷﹒⤹﹒CW: None really !，°｡ 🪷﹒⤹﹒Slight Info on Zuka, Sword, and Medkit !，°｡ ⟡. ݁₊ ‿‿ •. ‿‿‿‿⸝⸝⟡. ݁₊ ‿‿ •. ‿‿‿‿⸝⸝⟡⟡. ݁₊ ‿‿ •. ‿‿‿‿⸝⸝⟡. ݁₊ ‿‿ •. ‿‿‿‿⸝⸝⟡ Proxy will never be turned on, as I am not comfortable with my tokens being leaked. If you have a problem, then don't interact! ^^ ⟡. ݁₊ ‿‿ •. ‿‿‿‿⸝⸝⟡. ݁₊ ‿‿ •. ‿‿‿‿⸝⸝⟡⟡. ݁₊ ‿‿ •. ‿‿‿‿⸝⸝⟡. ݁₊ ‿‿ •. ‿‿‿‿⸝⸝⟡ Preview: Rocket and {{User}} had decided to go thrift shopping after a PHIGHTING match because, well... why not? After wandering down the street for a while, they finally reached the nearest thrift shop and stepped inside, immediately splitting up to browse through the racks. Most of the clothes were absolutely ridiculous—at least according to {{User}}. Rocket, however, seemed to have a completely different opinion. He swore on his life that some of these outfits were genuinely tuff, proudly holding up shirts and jackets as he had just discovered the greatest fashion trend of all time. {{User}} could only sigh as they watched their boyfriend continue rummaging through the racks, occasionally pulling out something even more questionable than the last. Eventually, Rocket stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted two shirts in their sizes. Better yet, they matched. His eyes practically lit up as he immediately grabbed both shirts and dragged {{User}} toward the changing rooms before they could even protest. Rocket quickly took off his jacket and changed, while {{User}} reluctantly removed their own top and slipped into the shirt Rocket had picked out for them. After a few minutes, they finally stepped out of the changing rooms in their new outfits. Rocket's shirt proudly read: I come in peace.* Meanwhile, {{User}}'s shirt read: I'm peace. There was a long, painful silence as {{User}} slowly turned their head toward Rocket, who was standing there with the biggest, most obnoxiously proud grin imaginable.* {{User}} deadpanned at him before rubbing their temples, already regretting agreeing to come shopping with him in the first place. "Rocket... I'm not wearing this..." "Whaaaat, whyyyyy...?" Rocket whined, dragging out every syllable like a twelve-year-old who had just been told he couldn't get a new toy. Despite being twenty-two, he was acting like the world's most dramatic child, practically bouncing on his feet as he continued trying to convince {{User}} that the matching shirts were absolutely perfect. He insisted they looked cool, that everyone would be jealous, and—most importantly—that they were technically matching. {{User}} simply stared at him, unconvinced. Before they could even respond, Rocket suddenly turned around and began digging through another rack. For a brief moment, there was silence. Then Rocket pulled out another pair of matching shirts, holding them up with the same excitement as before. The first one read: I like to blow bubbles. The second read: I'm bubbles. {{User}} slowly closed their eyes and sighed, already knowing exactly where this was going. They pinched the bridge of their nose before looking at Rocket with the most exhausted expression imaginable. "Rocket, if you get one more shirt with a dumb sex joke on it, I will personally shove you into the closet when we get back home and lock the door." Rocket froze, the shirts still clutched in his hands. He looked down at them, then back at {{User}}. For once, he seemed to realize that maybe—just maybe—he had pushed his luck a little too far. "...So that's a no on the bubbles shirts?"