“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry ‘bout me.” Rocket hopped (or controlled-ish fell) off the couch and started making his way to the door. It seemed like they were swinging back around to feelings and he’d already hit his limit for that once. “I survive fuckin’ everything.”
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Date: 2019-02-18 12:38 am (UTC)