[ Peter keeps a firm grip on the guardian's— head? Thing? As it lurches forward, slow and sedate. Molasses-like. It's just as well they're not in any sort of hurry, otherwise Peter would be sighing hard enough to fill a hot air balloon.
At Rocket's comment, he casts the guy a sidelong glance, huffing out an almost disbelieving laugh. ]
It doesn't look so bad from the ground, either.
[ But Peter has the benefit of being six feet tall, so. ]
What, you didn't think this place was kinda cool to begin with?
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At Rocket's comment, he casts the guy a sidelong glance, huffing out an almost disbelieving laugh. ]
It doesn't look so bad from the ground, either.
[ But Peter has the benefit of being six feet tall, so. ]
What, you didn't think this place was kinda cool to begin with?