Kids still bite, jackass. [Rocket mutters under his breath. He does not deserve this patronizing!! Even if he just patronized Peter first. That is different. Or something.
Either way, as soon as they get in through the unlocked and unchecked back door, Rocket's own posture goes from "usual air of tension and annoyance" to full blown on alert. Not being able to see his fur underneath that stupid cloak means no one can see how bristly he's getting. Which is good- he doesn't want Quill getting all... emotional about it.
It's a significantly different view from where he's standing than it was when he was peeking out of that backpack he convinced Prompto to carry him in. The pictures help, though. Already he can see familiar bits and pieces, allowing him to make a mental map. There are people milling about, but no one seems to notice that two people have just walked in.]
This way. [He inclines his head in a direction, keeping his voice low. No child in the world speaks in a rough baritone.]
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Either way, as soon as they get in through the unlocked and unchecked back door, Rocket's own posture goes from "usual air of tension and annoyance" to full blown on alert. Not being able to see his fur underneath that stupid cloak means no one can see how bristly he's getting. Which is good- he doesn't want Quill getting all... emotional about it.
It's a significantly different view from where he's standing than it was when he was peeking out of that backpack he convinced Prompto to carry him in. The pictures help, though. Already he can see familiar bits and pieces, allowing him to make a mental map. There are people milling about, but no one seems to notice that two people have just walked in.]
This way. [He inclines his head in a direction, keeping his voice low. No child in the world speaks in a rough baritone.]