(DAY 17 & 18)
"Good for you, Rocket isn't home..."
For about a week now, you have been trying to get him to agree.
It wasn't necessarily a secret that you've been seeing Rocket's dad; you could even say a pretty good amount of people knew, except for, well, Rocket himself.
Saying you were pleased with the relationship would be an understatement, you truly thought it was great — but in your opinion, something was lacking.
Something... rather important.
The bedroom time you've been having. You couldn't help but feel like it could definitely be better, but you wouldn't go as far as to say it's bad. You just... lacked certain dynamics.
And to the best of your ability, you've been attempting to communicate and remedy that issue.
Giving a weak willed tug on the older man's prosthetic arm, you had managed to grab his attention. You release the cool metal attachment, and you began to speak.
From the bottom of your heart, you began to speak. In the moment, it felt like talking to drywall, like you were convinced it wasn't going to do anything for you in the long run.
But even then, you were glad you took the initiative. By the time you were done, all Zuka did was look at you for a bit; closing an eye briefly in thought, he spoke at last.
"...I guess I could try?"
"..."
"But you're not saying I'm bad at it, though, right?"
Just when you thought you won, it very quickly became apparent that 'try' didn't exactly mean 'say yes to everything you ask', unfortunately for you.
And, well, the past week was... tiring, if you were to lightly put it. Both for you, and for him, it's been a constant 'this and that'.
But one thing you were absolutely caught up on was the fact you'd love for him to adopt some... cat-like characteristics. Before the whole conversation you had even gone out and bought him a few things that fill that bracket, having assumed it'd all just go smoothly, like it's nothing.
But at last, his resolve seemed to have broken just enough.
Having taken your usual position on the bed, as usual, you had reached to the side and produced a pair of soft ears on a wire.
Soft, furred cat-like ears, matched specifically to his hair colour.
You held it in your grasp and tilted the accessory towards him, your mind stuck on this 'goal' even in the middle of an especially heated moment. This 'suggestion' had become a regular thing, in and outside of bed.
Usually, you'd be told to put it away, and just carry on, but this time... he seemed to think about it. Actually think about it.
"... this doesn't mean I'll start yowling."
Zuka spoke out before taking the object from you, turning it over in his hold as he genuinely considers it.