Well, all right, fine — it was a little more than only okay. Or whatever.
[ Rocket grumbles, a little low under his breath, like the admission is hard enough as it is to admit let alone get out into actual words.
This is torture, Hilda! Torture! Don't make him emote! (Unless that emotion is anger, rage, and anything to do with punching someone or shooting them, thank you very much.)
But he glances back to where Waffle has settled, and then back to Hilda.
no subject
[ Rocket grumbles, a little low under his breath, like the admission is hard enough as it is to admit let alone get out into actual words.
This is torture, Hilda! Torture! Don't make him emote! (Unless that emotion is anger, rage, and anything to do with punching someone or shooting them, thank you very much.)
But he glances back to where Waffle has settled, and then back to Hilda.
He exhales and reluctantly adds: ]
That'd be nice though.