[ From a fair distance across the room, still stuffing his face with all of the fey's disgusting-delicious foodstuffs, Rocket's spider-sense suddenly tingles with the fizzle of that extra energy, the sudden crackle of inert aggression and violence releasing into the otherwise jovial ballroom.
The first thing Rocket thinks is: well, damn, it's about time somethin' exciting happened.
The second thing he makes a note of is that very familiar voice. Hell, it's a voice he'd heard only a few short weeks ago when something similar had been directed his way. He'd recognize that cheese-obsessed jerkface anywhere. Except now that his interest has been piqued (along with, he realizes, some of the other fey in the room), he's watching the events unfold, distantly noting that the other guy (oh, hey, they shared a plate of crickets!) is also familiar — but if he had to choose between the two of 'em, the choice is a no-brainer.
The buncha weirdos (affectionately) he lives with in Solvunn now may not be the Guardians, but as far as he's concerned, he's stuck with them and they're stuck with him. It does something to a guy; solidifies the bond. As such, it also has him instinctively moving through the crowd in all of his suit-and-masked glory (with his human mask suddenly changing expression) to make a dash that gives him just enough air to leap at Lucifer and join the festivities with a much smaller but no less weaker punch to the face. ]
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The first thing Rocket thinks is: well, damn, it's about time somethin' exciting happened.
The second thing he makes a note of is that very familiar voice. Hell, it's a voice he'd heard only a few short weeks ago when something similar had been directed his way. He'd recognize that cheese-obsessed jerkface anywhere. Except now that his interest has been piqued (along with, he realizes, some of the other fey in the room), he's watching the events unfold, distantly noting that the other guy (oh, hey, they shared a plate of crickets!) is also familiar — but if he had to choose between the two of 'em, the choice is a no-brainer.
The buncha weirdos (affectionately) he lives with in Solvunn now may not be the Guardians, but as far as he's concerned, he's stuck with them and they're stuck with him. It does something to a guy; solidifies the bond. As such, it also has him instinctively moving through the crowd in all of his suit-and-masked glory (with his human mask suddenly changing expression) to make a dash that gives him just enough air to leap at Lucifer and join the festivities with a much smaller but no less weaker punch to the face. ]
You leave him alone, dude, you hear me!