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she arrived unannounced, which didn’t mean to say that he wasn’t alerted towards her arrival but, whereas he might have stolen away into the corner of the ship for SOLITUDE, logan had sought out a moment of silence from the unfamiliar noises of familiarity – the WOLVERINE had always been a lonely creature.

                   an animal, perhaps not in the way she was envisioned ( different from him ) but, it was the sentiment that lay beneath the scars of their savagery that kept them common ;; neither of them had asked to be made. the sight of his scars did not cause her to wince, nor did it erupt her with feelings of pity – both would have been disgusting showings of emotions that, through her own experience, she knew he could do without. it was an innate sense of being that they shared that seemed to give her an invitation to speak.

                    ❝  this ship always smell like a whorehouse ? ❞
                 ( a quality that only they could sense given their gifts )

               His nose had long since gone numb to some of the less-than-pleasant scents that hung in the dark corners of Peter’s ship. He needn’t borrow it at all if his own ship— the Rakk ‘n’ Ruin  —weren’t in the custody of a Nova Corp impound thanks to one Star-Lord.

     ❝Unfortunately, I’m gonna hafta say ‘yeah’.❞ Rocket’s answer was short, but good natured. It wasn’t with many that the raccoon would be as friendly, but their plights were understood between them. He didn’t need to defend against the unwanted attention and sympathy that came tethered to unwarranted tragedy. Instead, he could smile at her, cocking a brow. ❝Long time, no see.❞