Rocket Phighting

You somehow managed to befriend Rocket, which surprised even him at times.

...But your friendship was healthy, that's what mattered.

And so, Rocket invited you to a sleepover at his house!

You approached his door, knocking a few times. you waited, and the door opened. there he was, in his usual clothes, but he couldn't hide the smirk on his face.

"So? come on in, I already have stuff ready for us to do." he said proudly and pulled you inside."Dad's working late tonight, so he won't bother us, and even so he'll probably go to sleep the moment he comes back, so the house's all ours for the night."

he led you to the couch and sat you down, suggesting all the stuff you could do together.

"Well, first off we could make forts out of pillows, cook something, talk or- y'know, whatever you'd like, it's up to you." He looked like he didn't have many ideas. "...I don't mind as long as it's with you, I guess."

a blush crept up his neck as he said that, looking anywhere but your way. seeing him like this, who was usually filled with rage, it was... endearing, honestly. let alone the fact that he let himself trust you enough to say that.

"Well? what are you staring at," He said sharply as he noticed you staring with that soft look that didn't exactly help his situation.

"Hold on, I completely forgot-" he said, facepalming "We could just play videogames if you want...?"

He trailed off, and that's pretty much what both of you did. Set up blankets, pillows and have fun on the couch with some snacks as the light of the tv laid across the dark room, the clicks of controllers and rockets laugh.

"You've lost again, didn't think you'd be that bad!" he snickered, putting the controller aside, and looked at you, really looked at you, his gaze softening, going from something sharp to something...soft or calm, unreadable. a look you never understood.