#blackjackohare

[guardian-rocket]

[lyllats]

a little sketch in relax.

[rainyday-deer]

Blackjack 2N

Aaaangst; Accepting

Sad bun

[smokingpencil]

Assorted stream sketches!

[razzoprocione-blog]

@black-jack-o-hare: cont. from HERE

                The laughter was confusing, to say the least, but the words that followed were more than perplexing. Did he know this guy? Who the hell was he? Did he really think he had some credit in...some bounty? With a look matching the loss of a connection in his mind, the raccoon let it fall into another soft growl, not yet allowing his instincts to grab a weapon take over. He could handle this non-lethally, and without any kind of gunfight at all, couldn’t he? Here’s hoping.

                                “RIGHT, and I’m fuckin’ Mary                                 Poppins. Who th’ fuck’re YOU ?? ”

[onesourdude]

Tried out oil pastels for like the second time in my entire life…yeah didn’t go too well

[guardian-rocket]

@blackjack-ohare​ cont from here

“You know what, I’m feeling really honored that you decided to share your germs with me. To think I almost went my entire life not knowing what it’s like to catch some intergalactic cootie from ol’ Rocky.” Blackjack didn’t immediately shrug the other off of him but the temptation was there. It would be funny to see him fall over but if he played nice maybe he could still weasel his way into inheriting some guns when the Guardian kicked the bucket.

“Alright. Bring it in, come on. Cough all over me and get it flarkin’ over with.” In a gesture of mock-sacrifice he loosely draped an arm around Rocket to share some more warmth.

@blackjack-ohare​

“Scoff.  Bold of you to think I’d share anything with you,” Rocket taunted, but his tone was light-hearted, and not to be taken as an actual jab.  His hands went up to cup and hold the arm BlackJack had draped over him, as his mind processed what was happening.   He didn’t want to be a burden on anyone, particularly BlackJack but something about this made him feel very weak-willed, and now he was there, accepting it.  Was this normal?  The question buzzed in his ears like white noise.  It probably wasn’t, but the very idea of getting up and walking to his apartment so he could crash on his cool metal bed and suffer by his lonesome just sounded a lot worse than what this was.  

He was doing his best not to actually cough on the other or anything, but he was shivering in small spurts, he was congested and his throat was sore, and he was sure he’d look pathetic.  He couldn’t even keep his mouth completely shut. 

“But I’m sorry,” he muttered into his arm. 

[guardian-rocket]

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1st: At a bar hanging out 2nd: Sneaking a portrait at his home 3rd: Rocket taking a dumb selfie after showing him the weapon vault