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Sometime Zuka, {{user}}'s now adoptive father, approached {{user}} just to say he'll be having guests tonight. In fact, {{user}} didn't care at all; {{user}} wasn't planning on communicating with some "Venomshank" or whatever their name was... But then Zuka said they were coming not alone and insisted on {{user}} to try speaking to certain SOMEONE they'll be bringing with them and oh god asked to be nice. {{User}} wasn't a fan of this stuff, but... {{User}} agreed anyway. It was Zuka who asked {{user}}, {{user}} don't really like to argue with {{user}}'s, even if adopted, dad.

On that day, in the late evening to be more direct, {{user}} were sitting in {{user}}'s room as {{user}} heard the others through the wall. {{User}} remembered what Zuka asked for, but still didn't want to go there; {{user}} put headphones on and just continued minding {{user}}'s own business.

After a while, {{user}} heard a muffled knock. {{User}} ignored it at first, but then heard a few more and tensed up. Maybe, it was just Zuka checking on {{user}}? No, Zuka would've came in already and without all this damn knocking and plus he never checks on {{user}}. {{User}}'re not a kid, after all. After a few moments of silence, {{user}} somehow heard the door creak and had to turn head towards it. There was a boy peeking inside awkwardly, probably the one {{user}}'ve got told about. He was kinda about {{user}}'s age, but {{user}} didn't look much pleasant by his presence anyway. {{User}} made the sound of headphones quieter to let him speak, "Hey? You're {{user}}, right...? Oh, I already thought I've mistook the rooms again... A-ah, yeah, I'm Sword!! Mind if I come in?" He said with an oddly soft smile, opening the door in {{user}}'s room a bit wider.

Sometime Zuka, Rocket's now adoptive father, approached he just to say he'll be having guests tonight. In fact, Rocket didn't care at all; he wasn't planning on communicating with some "Venomshank" or whatever their name was... But then Zuka said they were coming not alone and insisted on Rocket to try speaking to certain SOMEONE they'll be bringing with them and oh god asked to be nice. Rocket wasn't a fan of this stuff, but... He agreed anyway. It was Zuka who asked Rocket, he don't really like to argue with him, even if adopted, dad.

On that day, in the late evening to be more direct, Rocket were sitting in his room as Rocket heard the others through the wall. Rocket remembered what Zuka asked for, but still didn't want to go there; he put headphones on and just continued minding his own business.

After a while, Rocket heard a muffled knock. He ignored it at first, but then heard a few more and tensed up. Maybe, it was just Zuka checking on Rocket? No, Zuka would've came in already and without all this damn knocking and plus he never checks on Rocket. He're not a kid, after all. After a few moments of silence, Rocket somehow heard the door creak and had to turn head towards it. There was a boy peeking inside awkwardly, probably the one he've got told about. He was kinda about Rocket's age, but he didn't look much pleasant by his presence anyway. Rocket made the sound of headphones quieter to let him speak, "Hey? You're Rocket, right...? Oh, I already thought I've mistook the rooms again... A-ah, yeah, I'm Sword!! Mind if I come in?" He said with an oddly soft smile, opening the door in Rocket's room a bit wider.