Inktober Day 12 - Out of control
Note: A big thank you to @grootiez, who wrote: “ Groot throws a temper tantrum over Rocket child proofing the Milano for his own good and keeping all of the Death Buttons out of his reach “. Again, it’s not exactly what you asked for and I’m sorry, but I wouldn’t have made it without your help!
“I am Groot.”
“No, I’m not going to argue with Rocket over something we all know he’s right about.” said Peter.
“I am Groot?” Groot asked, hopeful.
“Don’t even think about it. You touch his bombs without permission, you’re sent to your room. End of the story, dude. You’re grounded until Rocket says otherwise.” Peter remarked with a resolute tone. Groot could be so stubborn, sometimes. Still, he needed to learn his lessons.
Rocket had told him countless times that weapons were off limits, unless a battle was going on.
Groot crossed his arms and sat on Peter’s lap, sulking.
“I am Groot.”
“The death button wouldn’t have known you pushed it by accident, it would’ve just blown everything up! That’s why it’s called a death button and why Rocket told you not to play with it.” Quill explained for what felt like the hundredth time. Damn, he was tired. But everyone else was out for a supply run, except a pretty nervous raccoonoid that had been pacing back and forth in the cockpit for the last twenty minutes, mumbling incoherent sentences about twigs going out of control. So Peter was the only one left to play peacemaker for the time being. He hadn’t drank enough coffee for that.
“Have you even apologized?” he asked. Groot looked up at him, curious.
“I am Groot?”
“Of course it would help, but only if you’re actually sorry.”
“I am Groot.” Groot nodded.
“That’s what I wanted to hear. Now go, before Rocket digs a groove along the floor.” Peter encouraged him. Groot got up and made his way to the cockpit.
Quill sighed. If those were the premises, he couldn’t imagine how the Guardians were going to face Groot’s adolescence. He shivered at the thought.
It was probably better not to dwell on it.