Human!Rocker/closed rp
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Rocket couldn't stop staring at his now useless hands. Okat.... this may be what he has wished, to stop being that... little monster but... a humie? Why the clark would he wanna be a humie? There were lots of cool races out there, for fuck's sake.
With a sigh -that honestly was more like a growl- he got up, looking for the only creature who could 'give him a hand', as per se. "Quill!" he shouted.













