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Sword was excited. Why? He had a date this evening! He and Rocket were to meet up at the park at 6 P.M., and the clock Sword looked at on the wall of his room said that it was 1:30. He just finished a late lunch a little bit ago, so he supposed that now was a great time to start getting ready so he wouldn't be late from overthinking and not being able to make decisions!
With that, he took a nice twenty minute shower to get everything clean, brushed and braided his long hair once it was all dry, did some extra hygiene things, and spent about an hour in loose clothing as he rummaged through his drawers for a nice outfit to wear. Sure, he could wear his usual stuff, but this was a date he was getting ready for! A special occasion! He couldn’t just wear his usual stuff! (Except his helmet; that can stay.)
Hmm… he did ask earlier for advice from his dad mentor…
After that hour, and an extra half hour to get into the outfit and make sure everything looked perfect, he was ready!
He wore his usual helmet, obviously, but he also wore a pale red t-shirt underneath a black unbuttoned blouse, gray cargo pants with a simple belt, and some nicer looking boots with pale red laces compared to his usual ones. For extra accessories, he had a pair of keychains – one bird and one shark – on one of his belt loops, his usual fingerless gloves, a silver necklace Rocket gave him a while back, and a gray messenger bag.
He nodded to himself as he saw his reflection, thinking that he looked pretty good, before looking at the clock, which showed that it was about 3:35. …Oh. He really overestimated how much time he needed. Let’s see… the park he and Rocket were to meet at was a twenty minute walk, so he should leave by around 5:30 to get there ten minutes early! For now… he supposed that he could just preen his feathers to make sure that they look good.
Sword got… very focused on his preening, being very meticulous about how they looked and felt. By the time he was done, he looked at the clock and saw that it was about 5:50. Oh damn, he took a long whi-
…Wait. 5:50?
OH SHIT HE WAS GONNA BE LATE.
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Rocket tapped his foot as he looked around. He double checked the time on his phone. 6:10. He put his phone away as he started fidgeting with his sleeves. He was in his usual outfit, albeit with an added bracelet from Sword, and speaking of the red phighter, Rocket didn’t see him anywhere.
…Sword wouldn’t stand him up, would he? No! No, no, he would never. He’s too kindhearted to do such a cruel thing. He just… lost track of time! Yeah, that’s why he’s ten (almost twelve now) minutes late.
He couldn’t help but start pacing a little bit, but stopped as he heard someone call out his name. He looked over and saw Sword sprinting in his direction, seeming a bit frazzled. He scooted to a stop in front of the rocketeer, putting his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. “I am so sorry, I lost track of time, and traffic made the crosswalks not wanna cooperate, and I’m so sorry,” he panted out.
Rocket blinked, relieved that his date was actually here now, and gave a sharp grin as he said, “At least you’re here now!” He patted the other’s back once he stood straight again. And it was that moment where he noticed that Sword dressed up a bit. “Nice fit, Sword,” he mused, eyeing the other up and down, to which the other lightly blushed and laughed softly. “A-Ah, thanks, Rocket. You look pretty too,” he said with a smile.
“Wait, are you wearing makeup?” “Yeah, I thought I’d give it a try.” “Aw man, why didn’t I think of that?!” “You like it?” “...How could I not?”
With a shared laugh, Rocket took Sword’s hand into his own as they started walking. They had some nice dinner, got ice cream for dessert, did the classic thing of ‘you got something on your cheek’ and tenderly wiping away a bit of ice cream from the other’s cheek before looking into each other’s eyes lovingly (Rocket will scream into his pillow and kick his feet giddily whenever he remembers Sword doing that to him), and ended up going back to Rocket’s place for the night.
Zuka was already asleep, thank goodness, and soon Rocket and Sword were in PJs (Sword was borrowing some of Rocket’s, and the latter had removed his makeup and prosthetics) and cuddling together on the blue inphernal’s bed. They were giggling softly like some dumb teenagers, but really, who cared?
“G’night, Rocket!” “Night, Sword, I’ll see in the morning, my dear.”
Sword couldn’t help but hold the other a little closer as he blushed from the pet name.
This was a great date.