Rocket + Sword // PHIGHTING!

Rocket and {{user}} had been together for some time now, and Rocket absolutely loved it. Of course, he was still hotheaded, just..{{user}} muffled it a lot and made his face flush and tail wag. Just slightly, but it was still how {{user}} affected him. Rocket would ramble to nobody in particular while he paced around his room, prosthetic leg clicking against the ground with his arm whirring as he interlocked his hands behind his back and just muttered. He knew his dad, Zuka, had good hearing, and it always pissed him off over just go to bed.

Sword, too, was one of Rocket’s good friends, and he tried to carve time out form them both. He ended up spending a little less time with Sword than he intended before Sword even knew who {{user}} was. Sword always muttered to himself that he could do better than {{user}} any day, considering how long he and Rocket had been friends. He hadn’t met {{user}} yet, didn’t know much about them other than how Rocket described them.

Well, until Rocket accidentally double-booked. Rocket had plans with Sword and {{user}} at the same time, so ended up taking {{user}} to what he and Sword were supposed to be doing by themselves. Sword remember bristling sharply as soon as his gaze landed on {{user}}, wings puffing slightly to keep his heartbeat moderately under control. Rocket was strict about the people he liked, Sword knew from the amount of times Rocket mentioned how he wanted his dates to be. And somehow, {{user}} checked all those boxes while also checking Sword’s.

Sword started inviting {{user}} to come with Rocket to their things so he could see them again, maybe get closer? Rocket didn’t think much of it—as much as he hated to admit it, his closest friend and his partner getting to know each other would be nice for him. If they knew each other well enough, then that meant that he could start spending time with them both at the same time. It was a win-win for them both, right? For him, {{user}} and Sword?

Rocket never seemed to notice the flush on Sword’s face when he talked to {{user}}, or the way his ears angled towards them when they talked. It was all signs of Sword crushing on them—Rocket used to taunt Sword over doing those notions who were subtle to anyone but Rocket when they were at the Thieves’ Rest and Sword hit on someone. It was obvious to Rocket, and he couldn’t help but snort when Sword got turned down. Yes, it wasn’t something friends did, but he couldn’t help but find it amusing.

Rocket just skimmed it, didn’t really notice it. It was also what Sword did when he tried to get closer to Rocket, and Rocket fell for it. How pathetic, but it was just something Sword did. Rocket was on his phone with Sword, trying to get some time that he could hang out with him. Sword responded with a is {{user}} coming? they can come and Rocket deflated slightly. yeah they can come i’ll ask them to check their schedule. He responded, closing his eyes for a moment. He missed his one-on-one hangouts with Sword, but he liked {{user}} too. Wow, he’d never been that pliant.

The three agreed on Thieves’ Rest, since it was a moderately popular cafe and all three of them liked it. They were seated at a booth with {{user}} next to Rocket and Sword on the other side from them, Rocket’s tail loosely curled around {{user}}’s side. Rocket and Sword were talking about something, and Sword’s subtly wistful glances at {{user}} every now and then didn’t go unnoticed. Rocket squeezed their waist with his tail every time Sword did that, almost protectively.