[While Peter is mulling that over, Rocket downs the last of the alcohol like admitting something like that was agony. His ears flick and he gives his head a good shake, followed by a frustrated pawing at his muzzle, suggesting two things have happened- his head feels fuzzy and the burn of the liquor has hit his sinus cavities and it's triggered some involuntary animal response he didn't ask for or need right now.
He slaps his hands back down on the table and, as he's wont to do when instinct overwhelms reason, just ignores it. Like his grooming rituals, these things are best left unmentioned.]
Yeah? And what are we, as a pair, gonna do about it? [The caustic tone has returned just slightly, but it seems less like a kneejerk reaction than it is mere frustration. The defeated expression on his face says he's open to suggestions and not shutting them out on principle.]
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He slaps his hands back down on the table and, as he's wont to do when instinct overwhelms reason, just ignores it. Like his grooming rituals, these things are best left unmentioned.]
Yeah? And what are we, as a pair, gonna do about it? [The caustic tone has returned just slightly, but it seems less like a kneejerk reaction than it is mere frustration. The defeated expression on his face says he's open to suggestions and not shutting them out on principle.]