shippy angst starters.
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               The question drew Rocket to an immediate halt. It turned him right around and a pair of dark eyes landed on her face for the first time since their argument had begun. He wasn’t angry; held no malice for the otter or her words. Instead, remorse echoed back as one paw found the door-frame.

     ❝What kind o’ question is that. . ?
                           ‘Course you do.❞