sick rp starters.
                                           [accepting]

               A moment of dull silence passed between them at which point Rocket could only stare at Anthony in disapproval. Lips pressed into a taut line, the halfworlder leaned forward in slow ascension to bring his face a bit closer to the other. Then, unceremoniously and trying not to grin, he coughed.

     Loud and raspy and spraying spittle through his canines, Rocket kept solid eye contact with his piss-poor companion the entire time.