outlawiism:

_{@halfwcrld ✮| bc peter misses his buddy.}

❛  TELL ME THE  _{truth ‘fore i hit you.  did you spend the last of our units on gadgets  ?  the units i was puttin’ away to pay for the docking fees on Knowhere  ?  ❜}

_{—— 🚀}

                    _{AN UNEASY SPREAD of his pointed maw left pearly canines bared in the other’s direction. A sheepish smile— - or the nearest thing to it the raccoon could make.}

                                   _{“ - ——Gadgets really ain’t right… it was a bomb. “}

_{CONTINUED FROM [ HERE ] FOR @EARNEDWORTH}

                    _{He HATED Asgardians. Too cocky for their own good. && the pomp && bluster Rocket could more than live without. It was a broad brush he was painting with, of course, but nothing he’d seen yet spoke differently of the supposed—— - wait was he a prince or a king?}

_{Nose wrinkling into a half-snarl that placed a maw of menacing canines on display, Rocket grumbled loudly. Swung the modified laser canon in-hand to perch on his shoulder, careful to smack the other with its hefty barrel.}

     _{“ Save the bullshit for someone who cares. ”  he grumped.}

_{250+ STARTERS || ACCEPTING || @EARNEDWORTH}

                    _{“ —— Say that to yer face. ”}

     _{Head canted to one side, Rocket stood with his arms crossed. Perched upon a stack of crates that nearly brought him up to the Asgardian’s level, a smart reply left a scowl on his muzzle. It peeked a set of feral canines between his lips—— - calling back to the ANIMAL he no longer was (not really).}

_{CONTINUED FROM HERE FOR @JVNKR}

                    _{ROCKET GROUCHED && grumped as she worked. && as her questions became more prying, his volume only increased. There’s no question that he was in no mood to talk about it. After all, a quick survey of the galaxy && where projectile weapons were still in use could only put him one of two places. Luckily, one of those places was Terra && a donut run made for an easy excuse.}

     _{“ Noneya. ” he grumbled around another swig of whiskey.}

_{continued from [ here ] for @exkgbagent}

                    _{Hackles bristling in a feral rage, Rocket growled deep in his throat.
                    Reaching for the laser canon strapped to his back, he swung it off
                    his shoulder and slapped it into his palm.}

                                                         _{“ Listen LADY——
                                                               I ain’t got no qualms about SHOOTIN’
                                                                                 yous just ‘cause yer a GIRL!! ”}

_{continued from [ here ] for @rcscue}

                    _{Even a booster seat couldn’t seem to keep Rocket
                    from bouncing across the seat && sliding into the red-
                    head’s side as Peter whipped them around the backseat
                    with his haphazard driving. As upset as she was, though,
                    the raccoon was even angrier. After all, he was CLEARLY
                    the better pilot.}

                                    _{But Peter could reach the pedals…}

     _{“ Yer the one who let him drive !! ” he barked,
       grabbing the car-seat in a feeble attempt to steady himself.}

                    _{“ SAY IT AGAIN——
                            I DARE  YOU !! ”}

_{SICK SENTENCE STARTERS || ACCEPTING || @THEYONDU}

                    _{“ Th’ shit d'you know about it ? ”}

     <sub>WRINKLING his  nose  to offer  up  a  sneer of
       eager  canines,  Rocket squinted  at  the  other.
       He'd  been  half—heartedly  tinkering  with——
       actually, he wasn’t sure what it was at this point
       ——to keep himself steady. Now,  though, it fell
       into his lap like his arms simply couldn’t hold  its
       weight any longer.

                       “ You’re blue. ”</sub>

_{SICK SENTENCE STARTERS || ACCEPTING || @WALKMANISMS}

                    _{The comment didn’t so much as still Rocket’s paw as he
                    twisted the hefty screwdriver in his hand. Tweaking a
                    laser canon almost as big as he was. Without a glance up,
                    the would-be raccoon offered a snarky reply.}

     _{“ If yer complainin’, obviously yer breathin’. ”
       he scoffed, reaching for a greasy pair of pliars
       he’d thrown across the floor some time ago.
      “ && What do ya want me t'do about it anyway ? ”}