"And if I gotta look at it, I wanna be able to see this handsome face of mine in it," Rocket shoots back at her without a moment's hesitation, a smirk of his own pulling at the corner of his muzzle. This give-and-take is comfortable, familiar, and as time passes he's slowly starting to stop expecting to hear different voices snarking back at him. Maybe sometimes it hurts a little less, too.
Maybe Thor's got the time and the lifespan to mourn as deeply as his people deserve, but Rocket doesn't. And whether he's really moving on or just distracting himself with work, well, that's up for debate. But it's all he knows how to do, finding comfortable patterns and habits, even if it's with someone else.
Well aware that he's had very little of what foodstuffs this planet used to offer, Rocket's still had enough of a sampling to have options to think over. "What's that one bird... chicken? If they ain't got 'em local, I can make a run." It seems a frivolous use of the Benatar to hop across the country for groceries, but like the Boss says, this is for a party. Just once won't hurt, and they've had so damn little to celebrate that it seems worth it. Dessert, too, and her little joke gets another snicker out of him. "Yeah, me neither."
The subject of drinks is less funny, though, and Rocket makes a thoughtful sound in his throat as he thinks about it. "Dunno. Might help convince the big guy to come, but on the other hand, he might drink all of it." Granted, Rocket is pretty sure that normal-people-booze isn't near strong enough to make a dent in Asgardian sobriety, but from what he's seen of Thor's habits, he's not so sure that'll stop the guy from trying anyway. "Probably better to have plenty of somethin' else too, so we don't run dry."
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on 2019-07-21 01:45 pm (UTC)Maybe Thor's got the time and the lifespan to mourn as deeply as his people deserve, but Rocket doesn't. And whether he's really moving on or just distracting himself with work, well, that's up for debate. But it's all he knows how to do, finding comfortable patterns and habits, even if it's with someone else.
Well aware that he's had very little of what foodstuffs this planet used to offer, Rocket's still had enough of a sampling to have options to think over. "What's that one bird... chicken? If they ain't got 'em local, I can make a run." It seems a frivolous use of the Benatar to hop across the country for groceries, but like the Boss says, this is for a party. Just once won't hurt, and they've had so damn little to celebrate that it seems worth it. Dessert, too, and her little joke gets another snicker out of him. "Yeah, me neither."
The subject of drinks is less funny, though, and Rocket makes a thoughtful sound in his throat as he thinks about it. "Dunno. Might help convince the big guy to come, but on the other hand, he might drink all of it." Granted, Rocket is pretty sure that normal-people-booze isn't near strong enough to make a dent in Asgardian sobriety, but from what he's seen of Thor's habits, he's not so sure that'll stop the guy from trying anyway. "Probably better to have plenty of somethin' else too, so we don't run dry."