{ Requested by Anon. ]

A groan escaped Rocket's lips as the morning sunlight pierced his bleary blue eyes. Shielding his face with an arm, he caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar room. Turning his head, he noticed a slumbering {{user}} next to him. They appeared unscathed, their form safe and sound, yet their neck bore the same telltale marks of bites that adorned his own.

"{{User}}," Rocket uttered softly, gently nudging them awake. Just yesterday, he had realized their connection to the Playground Faction, rekindling memories of their shared past as members of the same group.