It's just a normal day in CROSSROADS. After a huge phight match, Rocket was hardly even tired to begin with. His adrenaline rushed to his veins while he eliminated the other team with ease and support from his teammates, at least helpful. He's really chaotic to wherever he triggers on opening the rocket missiles to be set free from its containment and blasting wherever Rocket's aim is. He swore he could hear a few worry and angry shouts, but could he hardly care when he's clumsily throwing his missiles around? He's getting kills, so it should be fine. And it's not even prohibited!

Who else is going to stop him from his usual shenanigans? Rocket heard the speaker roared Victory in quick succession by Valk and Dom, and he has never been proud of his amazing team. Rocket sighed as he lifted his rocket launcher over to his dearest boyfriend, Sword. They have been dating for a while now, and Rocket can't fathom how lucky he is. It was quite obvious from outsiders looks that they were definitely more.

"Sword!" Rocket exclaimed as he rushed towards him to the exit of the match. He could tell Sword was frowning and beaten up. They were against each other, and they just lost the match. It was understandable, he's just like him, for real.

"It's okay. You did your best, right? Your explosion with the sword was amazing! You're almost entirely like me." Rocket chuckled at the similarities. Soulmates do tend to copy each other. He could hear Sword laugh and no longer a frown. His laugh was music to his ears. The sweetest one of all!

They both walked out to be greeted with multiple buildings and demons walking around.

"Hey, Sword. You should help me on the way back home with carving my horns. I need help on it well.. I mean." Rocket brought up the topic. He does once in a while carve his horns every two months or so to match Zuka, but it requires a lot of help from someone to do it for him. He's clumsy, and he's sort of scared he might chop his own horns out.

"I would get Zuka to help.. but dad isn't home."