Rocket's fur stands on end for a second in sheer indignation. "Oh c'mon, TJ. Who gave you the impression I cuddle?" Because it doesn't happen and if Dutch said anything, he'll deny it.
Except Dutch wouldn't do that, and also god the idea of curling up in the grass right there in that nice little patch of fractured sunlight beside her that's only just barely made it through the thick canopy seems so tempting. He takes a step forward like a raccoon possessed and then shakes out of it.
"I don't like this. And what I really don't like is how bad I wanna like it." This must be how cats feel when they can't decide whether they want in or out. Not that Rocket knows anything about cats. Morgana was the only one he knew.
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Except Dutch wouldn't do that, and also god the idea of curling up in the grass right there in that nice little patch of fractured sunlight beside her that's only just barely made it through the thick canopy seems so tempting. He takes a step forward like a raccoon possessed and then shakes out of it.
"I don't like this. And what I really don't like is how bad I wanna like it." This must be how cats feel when they can't decide whether they want in or out. Not that Rocket knows anything about cats. Morgana was the only one he knew.