Rocket shuffled a bit, turning around and facing the blue bird. He'd scoff, not realizing a man so handsome as him was caring for him.
"I think i like this spot a bit better now." He would say, putting his hands on the birds chest as they sloooowly ventured down.
Falco smiled softly, nodding quietly.
"You comfortable?~" he murmured. "I know I've been holding ya here for a bit, but...~"
If they wanted to change positions or get more...comfy...they were more than welcome to.~
Letting out a slight groan, he'd smile.
" Well thank ya, I know I love hopping bars. So I'm glad I have one open to me. "
Not really much he could do as a little spoon, besides rubbing the hands of the avian.
Raising an eye ridge in amusement, Falco nuzzled the top of Rocket's head fluff with a smirk.
"You would've, if I didn't stop ya," he said with a chuckle. "Didn't want you to get banned from the place.~"
Continuing to idly rub their stomach, though slightly lower than before.
Rocket let out a soft chuckle, slowly shaking his head while his body was pulled together with the bird.
"Nahh... does not sound like me at all... I'd have hit the flarkin' bastard..."
Feathered hands gently rubbing their chest and stomach as he pulled them close against his body.
He wasn't wearing much aside from a tank top and briefs...~
"You...may have shouted at the bartender when they told ya you had too much to drink," he muttered with a snicker.
Rocket thought for a bit before letting a smile cross his face.
“Mmm… nah. I think I’m comfortable right here in bed with you.” He’d say, allowing the avian to rub his chest. “But I must wonder what I did to bring me here…”
Another quiet chuckle from the avian, followed by more gentle rubs on the raccoon's chest.
"Well, if there were folks you wanted to know you were here....I'd find a way to tell them," he said with a smirk. "My plan, though, is to keep you here until you want to leave.~"
“ What do ya mean figure out a way? What are you plannin’? “ Rocket was confused but quickly calmed down by the warmth of the bird and his gentle rubbing of his stomach.
Falco shook his head after a moment, feathered hands gently rubbing the raccoon's stomach.
"Didn't know who'd to contact," he said with a half smile. "Just tell me who and can figure out a way, though.~"
They were warm...soft, too. Couldn't help but spoon them last night...~