[Well... Rocket's seen some real doozies during this mini-Storm- enough to give him a lot to refuse to think about later, but this setting is calmer, and for that he is grateful. He can only watch so much of other people's damage and have his own plastered up for everyone to see.
Not that it's nice by any means. The setting makes his gut twist and he recognizes that look of wariness at the sound of nearby laughter coming from the red-headed girl (familiar in a way he can't place). Knowing that it'll take time before he'll notice the cracks in the memory, he approaches, looking around.]
I could throw something at 'em. Don't know if it'll do anything, though. [He hasn't had any luck so far properly interacting with a dream, after all.]
C.
Not that it's nice by any means. The setting makes his gut twist and he recognizes that look of wariness at the sound of nearby laughter coming from the red-headed girl (familiar in a way he can't place). Knowing that it'll take time before he'll notice the cracks in the memory, he approaches, looking around.]
I could throw something at 'em. Don't know if it'll do anything, though. [He hasn't had any luck so far properly interacting with a dream, after all.]