_{FUCK STARTERS || ACCEPTING || @XGAMORA}

                    _{A sway to his pace—— a stumble amidst the shuffle of his feet across the floor ——gave Rocket up for drunk. Stumbling in long after the nearest bar was closed, he was met by Gamora. && the addition of a swear he was more than guilty of overusing gave her demand an irate edge. Gave it weight enough to stop him dumbly in place, though he still wasn’t quite motionless..}

     _{Squinting up at her, he lolled his tongue in his mouth. An answer tasted like vomit.}

        _{“ Out. ” he answered, smartly, when he felt confident he wouldn’t puke on her shoes.}

xgamora

Hurt RP Starters

                          Slouched in a bucket-seat with his legs dangling freely over the edge, Rocket was cradling his right arm with his left. Of all the people in the hanger, he was sure he was the one who needed Gamora’s revelation the least. Having spent much of the flight back to Knowhere hissing at every bump and jostle brought on by turbulence, his mood was less than pleasant.

                                                                                After all—- — -
                                                     { it hurt like a sonofabitch }

                ❝ᶰᵒ ᶳʰᶤᵗˑˑˑ
                             Y’think—?❞