thoughtfulRocket’s eyes and hands were on the Yaka fin, but he was talking to the twig, in a tone of repressed fury that warned Yondu against interrupting no matter how pointless their conversation sounded:
“I’ll get it off you when we’re done here.”
“I am Groot!”
“Yeah, I can smell it. Then what?”
“I am Groot.”
For a second, Rocket froze. “They did, huh?”
He didn’t translate, but it ended there, and Yondu brought him back to discussing the plan. “We go halfway on this, we get dead,” he cautioned him.
“Those buttwipes hurt my houseplant,” Rocket snarled. “Let’s go.”
