[ All right, look. This may not be his finest moment or anything, but Rocket's been trying to gather what few scraps he could around this place to build ... something of a stockpile for himself: stuff he could barter with, spare scraps he could use to make something useful. Weapons, namely, but second to that he'll take anything if it means making a little extra on the side.
He's thinking he'd be left to his devices to do this task on his own without anyone coming up and bugging him, but it's the feeling of being prodded by someone's foot that instantly sets him off like a firecracker.
Out of the bag he goes, with his claws out before him. He will scratch this gargoyle's little face off and not even blink an eye if he wants to. ]
Hey, speak for yourself, humie! I can take care of myself just fine.
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He's thinking he'd be left to his devices to do this task on his own without anyone coming up and bugging him, but it's the feeling of being prodded by someone's foot that instantly sets him off like a firecracker.
Out of the bag he goes, with his claws out before him. He will scratch this gargoyle's little face off and not even blink an eye if he wants to. ]
Hey, speak for yourself, humie! I can take care of myself just fine.