[ It's muttered, almost mumbled as the heat of the fight quickly extinguishes, leaving a bunch of people-looking figures slowly loosening the tension in their shoulders and the powers in their fingers.
And honestly? Rocket's a little disappointed. Maybe he'd wanted an escalation in violence, to finally let loose all of the frustration and fear and other complicated gross emotional stuff he would never deal with through talking or (eugh) hugging it out since he arrived here — a kind of outlet to work through it, as it were. Selfish? Yeah, maybe. But Rocket's never really advertised himself as anything other than what he is. And if that's selfish and kind of an asshole — well, so be it.
Still. It's probably a good thing not to get all these fey to zero in on his newfound blood-bro. He doesn't know 'em and as such he doesn't know whether to trust 'em, and until he does, maybe it's smarter to make a few less waves.
Fine.
(Quill would be proud.)
As the crowd disperses and the party slowly begins to pick up its pace again, Nero lifts a fist to Rocket and Rocket in turn bumps it with one of his own. ] Well, I wasn't gonna let that guy mess around with you. [ In other words, yeah, no problem. You're welcome.
He hops back down to the floor with light feet and readjusts his mask. Currently it reads with a neutral expression. ] What'd he say anyway?
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[ It's muttered, almost mumbled as the heat of the fight quickly extinguishes, leaving a bunch of people-looking figures slowly loosening the tension in their shoulders and the powers in their fingers.
And honestly? Rocket's a little disappointed. Maybe he'd wanted an escalation in violence, to finally let loose all of the frustration and fear and other complicated gross emotional stuff he would never deal with through talking or (eugh) hugging it out since he arrived here — a kind of outlet to work through it, as it were. Selfish? Yeah, maybe. But Rocket's never really advertised himself as anything other than what he is. And if that's selfish and kind of an asshole — well, so be it.
Still. It's probably a good thing not to get all these fey to zero in on his newfound blood-bro. He doesn't know 'em and as such he doesn't know whether to trust 'em, and until he does, maybe it's smarter to make a few less waves.
Fine.
(Quill would be proud.)
As the crowd disperses and the party slowly begins to pick up its pace again, Nero lifts a fist to Rocket and Rocket in turn bumps it with one of his own. ] Well, I wasn't gonna let that guy mess around with you. [ In other words, yeah, no problem. You're welcome.
He hops back down to the floor with light feet and readjusts his mask. Currently it reads with a neutral expression. ] What'd he say anyway?