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Rocket scrunches herself up further into the cocoon of pillows and blankets accompanied by a few feathers here and there, hiccuping and whining what seemed hysterically.
“I don’t know what I fucking did for him to seem to hate me so much!” Rocket cries, heaving inwards as she struggles to find the air to fill her lungs properly. “I try so fucking hard to make him happy, I do everything he wants, I say hi to him when I can, I ask how he’s doing, I try to ask about stuff I know he’s good at, and nothing fucking works!”
Rocket groans quite loudly into a nearby pillow, followed up by a loud sob. A comforting palm goes to rub his back.
“I know he sucks Rocket. I get it. He’s a real weirdo..” Sword consoles, his palm kneading into rocket shoulder, attempting to release any built up tension in her muscles.
Rocket continues to sob, “I don’t get what Zuka sees in him, he’s a fucking jackass! He never fucking talks to me unless he needs something or he’s fucking mad and I’m so fucking sick of it, Sword.” Her sentence dies off as she runs out of air, hiccuping inwards to make up for it. “I just wanna leave this stupid fucking apartment.” She mumbles.
Sword huffs, a frown tugging at his lips. “You’re doing so good Rocket. We’ll get out of here soon. I promise. And we’ll get a nice little cabin near that forest you really like. Promise.”
“I know.” She heaves, “I love Mom so much but I don’t get it. I don’t get it at all. She’s really stupid and old sometimes.” Rocket tries to giggle at her own joke, but breathes wrong and swallows a bit of spit. She takes a second to cough it out, muttering a curse to herself.
Sword bends down a bit, curling himself against Rocket’s heaving body. His large, fluffy wings span out to the encapsulate the both of them. His firm, feathered chest pushes up against Rocket’s softer curves like a puzzle piece.
“Come here, rocks. It’s gonna be okay. Do you want a kiss?” Sword offers, giving rocket an inviting, warm smile. One of his hands go up to wipe away a running tear off of her face.
Rocket sniffles, wiping at her nose. “Yeah. ‘Love you birdbrain.” she mutters as their lips push together. Rocket lets out a pleasant, satisfied hum.