[Rocket crosses his arms over his chest and shrugs his shoulders up so far they brush against the fur on his face. It's those little acts, totally alien to a normal raccoon, of body language that at least remind him he has enough work put into him that he shouldn't have to always assume he'll be treated with disrespect. It doesn't happen all the time. It doesn't even happen half the time.
But the times it does cut so deeply that it's easier to prepare for, rather than be blindsided.]
Screw you. [It's that half-hearted mumbling of a child who has been told he needs to go to bed, only with the sharp tongue of someone much older and jaded. A beat, not even long enough to get in a proper "hey man what the hell" out of Peter, and then...
Rocket relaxes his shoulders.] All right, fine. You're payin' though.
[Cooperation without screaming for ten minutes about is weird and unnerving, and he's never going to be used to it, so he combats it with whatever brattiness he can make do with.]
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But the times it does cut so deeply that it's easier to prepare for, rather than be blindsided.]
Screw you. [It's that half-hearted mumbling of a child who has been told he needs to go to bed, only with the sharp tongue of someone much older and jaded. A beat, not even long enough to get in a proper "hey man what the hell" out of Peter, and then...
Rocket relaxes his shoulders.] All right, fine. You're payin' though.
[Cooperation without screaming for ten minutes about is weird and unnerving, and he's never going to be used to it, so he combats it with whatever brattiness he can make do with.]