[ Rocket simply rolls his eyes indulgently, both at the face-making (what is she, like tHREE) and then when she mouths a little, see? as if he can't use his own damned eyeballs to witness exactly what he's expecting will undoubtedly fail.
Maybe. ]
I don't think his friends look all that impressed.
[ And honestly he can't blame them. Throwing cookies at these things is a waste and he and Himeka should really just go with his plan, and then share a bag of cookies between them. Because that's what it is to have your cake and eat it too.
But then she's beckoning him over and she looks a little dismayed, and goddamnit — ]
Ugh, fine.
[ He straightens and slowly approaches, ears flicking impatiently. ]
no subject
Maybe. ]
I don't think his friends look all that impressed.
[ And honestly he can't blame them. Throwing cookies at these things is a waste and he and Himeka should really just go with his plan, and then share a bag of cookies between them. Because that's what it is to have your cake and eat it too.
But then she's beckoning him over and she looks a little dismayed, and goddamnit — ]
Ugh, fine.
[ He straightens and slowly approaches, ears flicking impatiently. ]
C'mere, you little shits. We've got cookies.
[ Yes, his bedside manner is top-notch. ]