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Sword sat alone in his room after a long day of doing whatever it is that he did. That wasn’t a bother now though. He’s left alone with his thoughts as he grabs a cup of water to hydrate himself, his throat feeling raspy from shouting at his rather useless teammates, though it’s not a problem when he’s so good at this!
A knock pounds quietly against his door and a whining voice. A whining voice most found annoyingly crass, pounding in their ears like a headache. But Sword has become most acquainted with it. ‘Rocket?’ What's he doing here now?
Not minding the sudden intrusion, Sword walks up to the door and opens it to see that familiar dopey grin on his face, Sword instantly knew something was up, usually Rocket would try to drag him into whatever morally unjust actions he’d do, terrorizing the playground, blowing up random this…wait most of this is just the same. He’d ask Sword to help him in the destruction of property. Usually, it gets declined but he somehow ends up at the crime scene, watching his undeniably positive partner shout things at him like ‘Watch this trick that I learned!’ Before trying to do some impossibly choreographed stunt, though. He usually fails these. Taking a tumble but always getting up, Sword can’t help but grin at this.
Sword gets shaken back to the present at hand as he hears the shaking of something against a plastic packet that Rocket had dug his hand into, he pulls out what Sword can only assume is a candy of some sort and holds it out to him, the half dipped in a caramel brown topping was facing his lips. “It’s pocky day, let’s play!”
His face squished up into a chortle as he asked for Sword but truthfully, he was confused. “...Play?”
Rocket gives a dejected sigh and looks at Sword with over-exaggerated puppy-dog eyes. Ones he’d regretfully never ignore. “Yeah! We both like…take an end and last to hold onto the cookie wins~Fun right?”
He pokes the sweet against his lips as if prodding and trying to get him to open his mouth like a child refusing dinner, but the thought was intriguing. Was it like a tug of war? But…Cookies are too brittle to be pulled at. It’d just break apart from their mouths, dropping the rest of the cookie wastefully to the floor. Rocket wouldn’t mind it but Sword would hate to waste his friends' treats especially when they were offered. “Sure, I don’t see why we can’t. I’ll beat you for sure!”
Gingerly Sword wraps his lip around the cookie, the dipping was sweet against his taste buds, like brown sugar. Neutral, sweet and not too overwhelming. Judging by the box it came from there were definitely other flavors, He supposes Rocket never struck him as the type of person to like a flavor like this.
Sword doesn’t move, just keeping eye contact with Rocket for a while, until rocket takes a bite of the cookie and brings their faces closer, Sword can practically feel heat radiating from him. Or was that himself?
Through teeth clenched against the candy Rocket mumbled “C’mon get close, you’re not winning like that are you..!” His eyes tilt up into a smile as he continues to take mouse-bites itching them closer.
So that’s what kind of game this was … How … Embarrassing. But he did promise he’d win, and Sword isn’t the type of person to back down.
Sword begins to eat at the cookie and close distance, garnering a pleased reaction from the person at the other end. Closer, closer … Did they mention closer?
All up until the sweet flavor lingered in both of their mouths, inches away and so impossibly close. Sword, blushing profusely from embarrassment. He should’ve realized sooner that this was one of Rocket's tricks. But there was no backing down, he’d be the winner, as he promised.
With one final gap-closing bite, their lips quickly touched, nothing more than a chaste, childish kiss shared between the two before Sword pulls back with a red face, Rocket breaks out into a fit of laughter as he mocks the now even more red person before him, albeit with good intentions. He gives some ‘Woe is I’ speech about losing, but the tone he delivers it in makes him assume that Rocket had intentionally lost, knowing that was how the game would end. What a cheat.
“I’m so sad I lost~Ahh, a shame yeah Sword? I’m sure I’ll beat you next time!” His voice hummed as he grins bright as always, reaching into the cookie box and waving another stick in the air, putting it into his mouth challenging the older of the two to another game.
Begrudgingly, both of them are now completely aware of the rules: Sword takes the other end to play this novelty game again.