[Rocket gives Peter a sidelong glower, muttering under his breath through gritted teeth, as the tree turns to acknowledge them.]
I'm just tryin' to not get squashed here, Quill. [And then he's back to facing forwards, relieved that the tree people don't have some unspoken disdain for newcomers or react with hostility if you don't speak some code phrase or whatever.
That awkward "after you" leaves Peter's mouth and Rocket bounds upwards in a flash, climbing nimbly until he's settled himself somewhere near the shoulder area, gripping tightly, and allowing himself a moment to make a sound that's half choked sob and half elated gasp in what little time he has before Quill joins him.
It's so unfamiliar and alien, yet precisely the same in some ways. Right down to the little grooves in the bark that make for perfect hand-holds.]
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I'm just tryin' to not get squashed here, Quill. [And then he's back to facing forwards, relieved that the tree people don't have some unspoken disdain for newcomers or react with hostility if you don't speak some code phrase or whatever.
That awkward "after you" leaves Peter's mouth and Rocket bounds upwards in a flash, climbing nimbly until he's settled himself somewhere near the shoulder area, gripping tightly, and allowing himself a moment to make a sound that's half choked sob and half elated gasp in what little time he has before Quill joins him.
It's so unfamiliar and alien, yet precisely the same in some ways. Right down to the little grooves in the bark that make for perfect hand-holds.]