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WOULD I: YES / MAYBE / NO
HAVE I EVER BEFORE: YES / NO
ICON & WRITING SAMPLE (IF YES TO EITHER PREV. QUESTION):
duffle bag’s heavy enough for him to drag the flarken thing behind himself already. almost twice his size too, reading US ARMY or whatever, who cares anyways. it also clinks suspiciously, but hey, who’s askin’. exactly, nobody. ‘cause nobody’s left to ask. ears flattened does he rummage through various drawers and cabinets of the kitchen at the Compound, pocketing everything that seems semi-useful. no clue what a ninja blender does but it looks FUNNY at least.
“well, we got plenty o’ that stuff, ‘n a little o’ that, whatever that is, and I don’t know about this but I’m sure I’m gonna need it more than they will, so ”
he pauses, ears pricked, whiskers fanned, and the fur down his neck stands immediately. bodyless voice. man, he HATES those. “‘n you are?“
‘FRIDAY. I am an AI invented by Mr Stark.’
who? ah, right, rich guy who went to space and never came back. well, happens to the best of’em.
“aren’t you like three days early? I mean I don’t know if Mr Stark’s been, ya know, a lil’ cuckoo before shootin’ his ass up in the Milky Way but today’s Tuesday. I feel like should be talkin’ to Tuesday.”
‘it is a book reference.’
definitely cuckoo. Rockets shoves the spatula into the duffle bag. ‘if you mean to steal these and leave with them, I would very much advise you not to do that.’
“oh yeah? or what, I get zapped and locked up? listen lady, I’ve escaped a couple of intergalatic SUPERMAX kinda jails, I ain’t scared of no compound bedroom guarded by Captain Cry-Me-A-River sulkin’ in his office.” truth is, nobody would notice if he left. or those that might don’t matter to him at least. no ones does anymore, so what’s the point, right?
‘no. but you might miss out on all the advanced technology Mr Stark has kept in his workroom.’
Rocket freezes mid-movement. Lone Ranger sure sounds good’n all. definitely the road he wants to take in the future. y’know, been there, done that, got some science junk embedded in his spine, but advanced technology? now that don’t sound HALF BAD if you wanna be out alone on a planet you’ve never been to before, right? “advanced, huh?” head tilted, does he look almost cute with the poofy cheeks.
what Rocket doesn’t know is that he’ll take a couple days to crack the security for Stark’s lab. and by the time he does? he CARES too much to leave, goddamnit.
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