🤎 Independent Portrayal of Rocket heavily based on Rivals 🤎 PFP by @Beau 🤎 #Nine
Blam, murdered ya!
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Stretching, bones clicking…
He’s in pyjamas.
"What can I do?" Rocket’s voice drops to a dangerously quiet, gravelly register. He steps right up to the toe of her pristine white boots, forcing her to look down at him if she wants to look him in the eye. "Oh, you ->
-> lets out a sharp, scoffing laugh, though the anger quickly gives way back to that familiar, stubborn grit.
-> entire posture. "Look at ya! You're standing there bleeding elegance while you're lecturing a guy who breathes gunpowder. You could just walk like a normal person, but nooo, you gotta hover around like a snowflake that's too good for the dirt!"
He ->
-> a short, agitated circle in front of her before stopping and looking up, his expression shifting from defensive to genuinely incredulous.
"And second? Yeah, actually! I do think you do it because it’s fancy!" He throws his arms out wide, gesturing wildly to her ->
-> ears flatten tight against his skull, and his paws clench into fists at his sides.
"Listen to me, princess. I was torn apart and put back together in some sick lab. I’ve had to claw, bite, and scrap my way out of high-security prisons, death traps, and active warzones since before you probably->
-> think I'm just a pet with a popgun? You think the galaxy gave me this stuff?"
He bares his teeth, a flash of genuine, feral intensity breaking through his usual sarcastic smirk. His ->
Blam, murdered ya!
"Alright, first of all, shut up." Rocket snaps, pointing a clawed finger directly at her boots. "I know how sand works! I’m a genius, remember? I adjust the yield, tweak the frequency, and boom - sound dampeners. No vibrations, no extra mutts. Problem solved."
He drops his hand, pacing ->
Blush-
“Thank YOU for showing me a new look to try for myself—“
-> even learned how to polish that little sword of yours. Without my tech, I'm still faster than you, I can see in the dead of night better than you, and I can take down an Alpha Beowolf with nothing but my bare claws and a bad attitude."
