@gamoratm || continued from x.
“I ain’t fond of nobody, don’t take it too personal.” Which is untrue, of course. “Only difference between you and the other one is you speak the language I understand. Units.” Strictly untrue.
But this is all business now, and Rocket uses his business tone here. Outside of Nebula, and purely by extension of his own Ravager contacts, he was the only other one who kept up with ‘New Gam’ on the side.
–or ‘old Gam’, is it? New old Gam? Point is, who gives a crap. New old Gam says ‘jump’, Rocket’s sure to go ‘how high?’ Says ‘need back up’, he goes ‘I’m already there.’ Even when the pay out is as unreasonable as a three hundred thousand split for his ingenious work.
But he owes her that much. Their Gamora.
Straight to the point, never dancing. He liked that about her. “Only thing ‘insane’ is the sorry shit you Ravagers call a dress code, my firepower speaks for itself. Who we making a move on?”
