Huh. [Magic really is nifty and useful, even if he's not going to admit it out loud. That single grunt somehow manages to sound vaguely impressed against his own best wishes.
As the broom rises and Rocket realizes there is literally nothing between him and falling to his death beyond his iron grip on the broom, his fur bristles a bit. He has no fear of heights, but he's used to ships or his aerorigs- something with a little more oomph that he can trust.]
Just... for the record here. You've never crashed a broom before, right? Or fallen off? Anything?
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As the broom rises and Rocket realizes there is literally nothing between him and falling to his death beyond his iron grip on the broom, his fur bristles a bit. He has no fear of heights, but he's used to ships or his aerorigs- something with a little more oomph that he can trust.]
Just... for the record here. You've never crashed a broom before, right? Or fallen off? Anything?