[ So, this is it, huh? Earth. Terra. Birthplace of one Peter Jason Quill, asshole extraordinaire.
What a shithole.
Granted, Rocket would hold that opinion of anyplace where he found himself kidnapped, branded, and kept against his will. And since he's currently on Earth, he's decided Earth is the worst. Also? Their tech is a joke. (Seriously, was this hover technology invented by a two year old?) The heat is unbearable and the humidity makes his fur all heavy. And the welcoming committee in this place leaves a lot to be desired.
In fact, Rocket is currently engaged in a staring contest with a rather sour-looking older fellow who had glared at the Halfworlder as he'd passed. ]
The hell are you lookin' at?
[ 5 ]
[ Y'know, Rocket almost prefers the other places where people cross the street when they see him coming. He's decided (on top of deciding that Earth is the Worst Place Ever) that he does not like crowds of people. He especially does not like crowds of people cooing over him and calling him "cute" and "fluffy", while the miniature people try to pet him and pull his tail. More than once he's whirled on a crowd, snarling and shouting obscenities and threats.
This time is no different. He's been mobbed again, and he's heard "what a cute little raccoon" about twelve times too many, and he's finally friggin' snapped. He brings his laser rifle to bear, the weapon letting off a high-pitched whine as it powers up. ]
Rocket Raccoon | MCU/Guardians of the Galaxy
[ So, this is it, huh? Earth. Terra. Birthplace of one Peter Jason Quill, asshole extraordinaire.
What a shithole.
Granted, Rocket would hold that opinion of anyplace where he found himself kidnapped, branded, and kept against his will. And since he's currently on Earth, he's decided Earth is the worst. Also? Their tech is a joke. (Seriously, was this hover technology invented by a two year old?) The heat is unbearable and the humidity makes his fur all heavy. And the welcoming committee in this place leaves a lot to be desired.
In fact, Rocket is currently engaged in a staring contest with a rather sour-looking older fellow who had glared at the Halfworlder as he'd passed. ]
The hell are you lookin' at?
[ 5 ]
[ Y'know, Rocket almost prefers the other places where people cross the street when they see him coming. He's decided (on top of deciding that Earth is the Worst Place Ever) that he does not like crowds of people. He especially does not like crowds of people cooing over him and calling him "cute" and "fluffy", while the miniature people try to pet him and pull his tail. More than once he's whirled on a crowd, snarling and shouting obscenities and threats.
This time is no different. He's been mobbed again, and he's heard "what a cute little raccoon" about twelve times too many, and he's finally friggin' snapped. He brings his laser rifle to bear, the weapon letting off a high-pitched whine as it powers up. ]
Call me that one more time, jackoff! I dare you!