[of all the people who could have possibly turned up here, quill is-- well, okay, he's definitely not rocket's last choice, but he's not his first. (he's just going to quietly ignore the fact that his first choice is also the last person who should ever be brought to a place like this. at least until he's grown a minimum of another five feet.) so having the first words out of his mouth be a reprimand--
yeah, rocket's not going to take that lightly.]
Back the hell up, Quill. This stuff ain't yours.
[a warning accompanied by a flash of sharp teeth. they may be teammates, but that doesn't mean peter's safe from getting a bite or fifty.]
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yeah, rocket's not going to take that lightly.]
Back the hell up, Quill. This stuff ain't yours.
[a warning accompanied by a flash of sharp teeth. they may be teammates, but that doesn't mean peter's safe from getting a bite or fifty.]
'Sides, I'm helpin' out here. What're you doing?