Chapter 1 - "Pertinent"
Pretty orange curls, stand out to Rocket in his green monochrome eyes. Dora's reading right now.. a cowboy type drama filled with unrealistic horseback riding and inaccurate dress attire. Rocket loves to hear their rants and rambles about the usually questionable plot progression, and how REAL cowboys then didn't address each other that way. And ugh, this trope was done over and over a million times already.
Their eyelids close a little sharply.. Clicking like a doll almost. The pupils adjust in line with the words on the page.. their face is so cute when they're focused. Paying attention to every word, like the scripts they read over and over every night for the special broadcasts tomorrow..
Rocket kicks his feet behind him, watching Dora in the comfy armchair quietly flip thru the pages. Everytime Dora raises their hand, Rocket feels his mechanics skip a beat.
And suddenly they stop mid sentence.. the pattern disrupted. And they look from the corner of their eye over to Rocket, and laughs.
One of Rocket's eyes can extend outwards like a telescope.. sometimes its very noticeable when hes observing things. ..To everyone but him.
Chapter 2 - "Captiviate"
Clank, rattle, smash, fall. Rocket emerges from the light rubble with a smile on his screen. In his hands, a captivating invention made of graphs and buttons that.. does who knows what. But hes been dying to tell Dora all about it.
He dusts off his jacket, careful not to tract anything inside. Opening the door that leads from the garage to the small laundry room. ...Its dark, when did it get dark? His internal time sensor must've been thrown off when his head blew up earlier.
Theres only a few small night lights on near the floor, and some stray dimmer lamps on. Passing thru the hallway with a squeak in the boards, the grandfather clock says well past midnight. Ah.. Dora must be well asleep by now. He probably should be too, but he only really discovered he can have a sleep schedule recently.
Placing the contraption down in the dining room, hopefully it won't blow up in the next 24 hours. Of course it won't! He secured it with extra ducktape this time. Ha.. hopefully it won't make their relationship be held together by it if that happens. If it does, which it won't. Worry.. hes worried.
Worry.. its eerily quiet. Theres a faint whirr somewhere that piques his interest, a gentle mechanical noise. It sounds like a VCR reaching the end of its tape.
In the other room is a blue light emanating from the TV, so thats where they've been. Must have dozen off sometime during the show as evident by the halfly open novel at their lap.
Examining the tape that was inserted, in Doras handwriting it reads: "Sweeney Todd: 1979". Tis the season, afterall.. Doras been saying they want to watch some new theater. Its making his circuits a little fuzzy to think about how excited they are about these things. Mentioning the prop design, the stage lights, how captivating it all is, explaining all the colors to him.. Even if Dora doesn't think of themself as actor or producer material, Rocket does...
Placing the tape aside, he'll "be kind and rewind" it for them later. Trying to gently scoop Dora up, its always a little funny with them being taller. But its for the better since Dora complains of paper cramps lately, so best to rest someplace else..
Placing Dora down and putting the floral pattern blanket over them, he thinks he'll leave a little note on the counter, and come back tomorrow then.
Closing the door behind him, but.. it really is a captivating moment, isn't it?
