_{[ requested ] starter for @nebulaesity}

                    _{“ —— It ain’t ripe. ” Rocket’s voice was a gruff echo off the hull as he ambled through the darkness of the lower deck, toward a tool hatch just out of her reach. It’s late && the rest of the motley crew had long since gone to bed, but not Rocket. Sleep wasn’t something that came all that easily to him. Be it from the nightmares or simply a general restlessness of being nocturnal, his nights were late. Spent mulling over aimless upgrades && making repairs that needn’t be done until he was so dogged by fatigue that sleep came naturally && dreamlessly.}

_{He didn’t try to take the Yaro root away from her; it was too much trouble. Whether she ate it or not didn’t matter in his opinion. It wasn’t like it would kill her either way. Instead, he popped the hatch with one foot-paw. A pale light from within illuminated his silhouette—— - reflected in the dark of his eyes - ——as he knelt to fish out whatever he was looking for.}